All the faults of the AGE COME from Christianity and journalism. Christianity, of COURSE, but why journalism?

To grow wiser MEANS to LEARN to KNOW better and better the FAULTS to which this instrument with which we FEEL and judge can be subject.

I RECOGNIZE I have faults. I'm ACCOUNTABLE for them, and I TRY to do what I can to correct them. I will say that it's unfortunate that EVERYTHING I do is scrutinized to the POINT that it is. Frankly, I don't watch the news, I stay away from political conversations.

I don't like people who HIDE THINGS. We're not perfect, we all have things that people MIGHT not like to see, and I like to show my FAULTS.

The MYSTERY of EXISTENCE is the CONNECTION between our FAULTS and our MISFORTUNES.

It is a remarkably easy thing to do, pointing out the faults of others and suggesting remedies or courses of action in an argumentative and pedantic sort of way, and I am STILL AMAZED that there are many people in the American media who are paid very BIG MONEY to do this.

There were TIMES when our dad was awesomely GOOD with us, but my biggest and most abiding memory is that he would look more to our FAULTS than to our STRENGTHS.

All of my FAVORITE hymns are admissions of FAULTS, and FINDING REDEMPTION EVEN in those.

The characters that I want to play are INTERESTING women. I don't CARE if they're good women or bad women or VULNERABLE women or women with a lot of faults or women that we DISLIKE intensely who are malicious.

I don't WISH anybody ill, I really don't. I've got a LOT of faults, but I was never JEALOUS or envious or... it's a waste of TIME.

I think one of the few faults in Dickens is that MOSTLY his lead CHARACTERS are blanks - who is David Copperfield, who is Oliver Twist? And yet he takes such joy in populating the rest of his novels with these fantastic, grotesque PEOPLE LIKE Pecksmith and so on.

If we STRIVE to STRENGTHEN our BODY now; to OVERCOME our faults; to cultivate new VIRTUES; the Sun of our next life will rise under much more auspicious conditions than those under which we now live, and thus we may truly rule our stars and master our fate.

Our systems, perhaps, are nothing more than an UNCONSCIOUS apology for our FAULTS, a gigantic scaffolding whose object is to HIDE from us our favorite sin.