I had,” said he, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.

Who overrefines his argument brings himself to grief.

Time after time he had fallen into the Cartesian fallacy, mistaking clear reasoning for correct reasoning.

He did understand. Finally, fatally, he did. He had thought he was the master of history, that his fractal world-tree had grown according to his will. He had allowed himself to be deceived.

The clear thinker is suddenly at war with himself and flow is lost.

Peel's great error has always been disregarding the opinion of his party, whenever it did not exactly square with his own; and I am confident that no man in these days can hope to lead a party who cannot make up his mind sometime to follow it.

One must make one's own mistakes

Perhaps His experiment went spectacularly wrong, sir. Perhaps He's just baffled. Seeing the mess, not knowing how to put it right. Perhaps not wanting to put it right. Perhaps He only had enough power left for one final intervention. So He made it. Whoever He is, whatever He is, I hope he burns in His own Hell.

I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.

It is man's own fault, it is from want of use, if his mind grows torpid in old age.

Solomon made a great mistake when he asked for wisdom.

He’d calloused his mind plenty, but because his foundation was cracked, when shit got real he lost control of his mindset and became a slave to his self doubt.

It is every man's own fault if he does not take such advice as will be sure to lead him right.

Thus he had a double thought: the one by which he acted as king, the other by which he recognized his true state, and that it was accident alone that had placed him in his present condition.