Come t’e’ picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
It is the curse of the powerful to be blind to their own faults.
My only fault is that I don’t realize how great I really am.
God loves His people despite their sins and faults.
None so good that he has no faults, None so wicked that he is worth naught.
A man’s mother is his misfortune, but his wife is his fault.