Since our persons are not of our own making, when they are such as appear defective or uncomely, it is, methinks, an honest and laudable fortitude to dare to be ugly.
One of our most unfortunate believes is that a person who lives on welfare is not only unfortunate, but somehow defective.
I'm a good person, but with many defects.
On the contrary, the most urgent problem today is how to limit and discourage the over-fertility of the mentally and physically defective.
It takes a tremendous act of courage to admit to yourself that you are not defective in any way whatsoever.
The defective can be more than the entire.
What does it say about us that people who are considered defective are instinctively caring and compassionate?
