Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
The faults of the people spring from the faults of their rulers.
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
Certain faults are necessary to the individual if he is to exist.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault, doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.
A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much for the sake of them; but he becomes impatient if he is required to give them up.