Of course, errors are not good for a chess game, but errors are unavoidable and in any case, a game without ant errors, or as they say 'flawless game' is colorless.
Humans make errors. We make errors of fact and errors of judgment. We have blind spots in our field of vision and gaps in our stream of attention. Sometimes we can't even answer the simplest questions.
All discoveries in art and science result from an accumulation of errors.
My first program taught me a lot about the errors that I was going to be making in the future, and also about how to find errors. That's sort of the story of my life, making errors and trying to recover from them. I try to get things correct. I probably obsess about not making too many mistakes.
One who enjoys finding errors will then start creating errors to find.
The kinds of errors that cause plane crashes are invariably errors of teamwork and communication.
Why repeat the old errors, if there are so many new errors to commit?
Training errors are recorded on paper. Tactical errors are etched in stone.
Errors do not cease to be errors simply because they're ratified into law.
My errors have been errors of calculation and judging men, not in appreciating the true nature of truth and ahimsa or in their application.
Science, my lad, has been built upon many errors; but they are errors which it was good to fall into, for they led to the truth.
A column about errors will contain errors.
Progress is the exploration of our own error. Evolution is a consolidation of what have always begun as errors. And errors are of two kinds: errors that turn out to be true and errors that turn out to be false (which are most of them). But they both have the same character of being an imaginative speculation. I say all this because I want very much to talk about the human side of discovery and progress, and it seems to me terribly important to say this in an age in which most non-scientists are feeling a kind of loss of nerve.
There is no art which has not had its beginnings in things full of errors. Nothing is at the same time both new and perfect.
The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.
Darwin himself, in his day, was unable to fight free of the theoretical errors of which he was guilty. It was the classics of Marxism that revealed those errors and pointed them out.