The world is quite right. It does not have to be consistent.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Those who honestly mean to be true contradict themselves more rarely than those who try to be consistent.
Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect – simply a confession of failures.
Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as for the body.
It’s useless to put your best foot forward – and then drag the other.
Inconsistencies cannot both be right; but, imputed to man, they may both be true.
All concord’s born of contraries.
A foolish consistency may be the hobgoblin of little minds, as Emerson said, but serious inconsistency is the downfall of many theories.
Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one’s mind.