Most errors in judgment happen when we don’t know we’re supposed to be exercising judgment.

Whence then come my errors? They come from the sole fact that since the will is much wider in its range and compass than the understanding, I do not restrain it within the same bounds, but extend it also to things which I do not understand: and as the will is of itself indifferent to these, it easily falls into error and sin, and chooses the evil for the good, or the false for the true.

There is a way of being wrong which is also sometimes necessarily right.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

judgments. A mistake, therefore, of right may become a species

The very desire to seek the truth often causes people, who do not know how it should be sought correctly, to make judgements about things that they do not perceive and in that way they make mistakes.

When we own up our mistakes some people interpret it as if we are wrong. They too commit mistakes.

And I am wrong more often than I am writing. And even then, I am often wrong.

Here you doubtless observe my tendency to do wrong against my will. As something has involuntarily crept into my head through my eyes, I love to indulge it, even though it may be all wrong.

There are few people who are more often wrong than those who cannot suffer being wrong.

For neither love, nor the “unction of the Holy One,” makes us infallible: therefore, through unavoidable defect of understanding, we cannot but mistake in many things.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

it’s human nature to assume that when we see a mistake, it’s due to defects in someone else’s department, knowledge, or character,

On the abstract level, I have turned the belief in my own fallibility into the cornerstone of an elaborate philosophy. On a personal level, I am a very critical person who looks for defects in myself as well as in others. But, being so critical, I am also quite forgiving. I couldn't recognize my mistakes if I couldn't forgive myself. To others, being wrong is a source of shame; to me, recognizing my mistakes is a source of pride. Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition, there is no shame in being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes.