Faults are beauties in a lover's eye.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We all have faults.
There's something delicious about finding fault with something. And that can be including finding fault with one's self, you know?
If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others.
The weakness of ourselves and of our reason makes us see flaws in beauties by making us consider everything piece by piece.
We all have faults, and mine is being wicked.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
You can bear your own faults, and why not a fault in your wife?
Our own self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults.
The essence of a man is found in his faults.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.