You say in life, mistakes are many. How come you never admit to any?
It is difficult for a proud man ever to forgive a person who has found him at fault, and who has good grounds for complaining of him; his pride is not assuaged till he has regained the advantages he lost and put the other person in the wrong.
Some of their faults men readily admit, but others not so readily.
People tend to scare you pointing out your shortfalls. If you voluntarily admit your faults, then people won't have anything to point out.
We do have our mistakes sometimes, like 'The New York Times' does, like everything does. We correct them.
The fault we admit to is seldom the fault we have, but it has a certain relationship to it, a somewhat similar shape, like that of a sleeve to an arm.
All the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we seeourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.
None but the well-bred man knows how to confess a fault, or acknowledge himself in an error.
The pretended admission of a fault on our part creates an excellent impression.
