We-quite mistakenly possibly-have come to feel that certain things, art, literature, music, are absolutely essential to us, morally and physically.
"The Wooden Horse"
Hugh Walpole
Human beings, presumptuous as they are, mistakenly believe that the Land is their own, and that is why they harm it without a moment's reflection.
"Down-with-the-Cities"
Nakashima, Tadashi
"Well," he submitted dolefully, "she can't drink that red ink you mistakenly bought for wine, my dear....
"One Woman's Life"
Robert Herrick