Figures cannot lie.

Mrs.Charles Jenkyns challenges the check-book on the spot--and the wrangle goes on until she seeks her chamber to have her cry out, and he storms off to office or club, irritated past forbearance by the pig-headed perversity of a creature he called "angel" with every third breath on their wedding journey to Boston in 1886.
Each of the combatants was confident, after the first exchange of shots, that the other was in error.

Half an hour's quarreling left both doubly confident of the truth which was self-evident from the outset.

It is sadly probable that neither will ever confess, to himself or to herself, that the only wise course for either to pursue would have been to let ignorance have its perfect work, by abstaining from so much as a hint of contradiction.
"I don't see how you held your temper and your tongue!" said one man to another, as a self-satisfied acquaintance strutted away from the pair after a monologue of ten minutes upon a matter of which both of his companions knew infinitely more than he.

"I hadn't patience to listen to him, much less answer him good-humoredly--he is such a fool!" "I let him alone because he is a fool." "But he is puffed up by the fond impression that you agree with him!" "That doesn't hurt me,--and waste of cellular tissue in such a cause would!" "Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit ?" asks Solomon.