The Mistake (n.) is after all, the foundation of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
Mistake (n.) are bad enough in unexplored territory; getting lost on broad highways in inhabited country — the needless detours of ignoring the unconscious — is merely exasperating.
A Mistake (n.) is worth knowing about only when it is your own — knowing where the other person goes wrong is of little use, since only your own error is something you can fix.
A Mistake (n.) is, after all, the foundation of truth: if you do not know what a thing is, it is something to know what it is not.
A Mistake (n.) understood merely academically is not seen at all — only the idea of it; mistakes show up and are felt only when a human relationship brings them out and another notices them too.