Faults are thick when love is thin.

We suspect in others the faults we could commit ourselves.

We are often liked more for our faults than for our virtues.

We may learn more from our faults than our virtues.

All affectations are faults.

Quarrels would not last so long if the fault was only on one side.

We recognise in others that which we hide from ourselves.

When love fails, we see all the faults.

Marriage helps us appreciate our faults.

By confessing our faults, we give the impression we have no large ones.

A fault confessed is half addressed.