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

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.

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.

Bad men excuse their faults; good men abandon them

There is hardly any personal defect which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to