Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Never exaggerate your faults, your friends will attend to that.

Nobody can be perfect unless he admits his faults, but if he has faults how can he be perfect?

We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.

I winna blaw about mysel, as ill I like my faults to tell

Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an unconscious apology for our faults /a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to hide from us our favorite sin.