Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch each other, and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.
Our failings sometimes bind us to one another as closely as could virtue itself.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
We all have our strengths and our failings.
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.
Every day, we have to strive to be better people. Some days we give in to weakness, and sometimes we give in to strength.
Success makes men rigid and they tend to exalt stability over all the other virtues; tired of the effort of willing they become fanatics about conservatism.
The essence of a man is found in his faults.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?