Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

To what faults do you feel most indulgent? To the ones that arise from urgent material needs.

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.