I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize.
I am definitely not the best wife, and no one has nominated me for 'Mother of the Year.'
The essence of a man is found in his faults.
Letting ourselves down in some fashion is such an integral part of daily life that the paucity of literature on the subject is baffling.
You ask me 'What’s the the greatest act of faith?' To me is to look in the mirror of God’s word, and see all my faults, all my sin, all my shortcomings and to believe that God loves me exactly as he says he does.
Folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
I regret that I was never an athlete. I regret there isn't time in life. I regret that so many of my friends have died. I regret that I was not brave at certain times in my life. I regret that I'm not beautiful. I regret that my conversation is largely with myself. I'm not part of the conversation of the world.
I've been the type of father who tries desperately to be perfect but doesn't succeed all the time.
I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.
You can tell a lot about what a man lacks by watching what he is cynical about, and many of us are cynical about love.
Few great men could pass personnel.
Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.
The best of men are men at best
Vices of the time; vices of the man.
Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.
We are convinced that certain people have all the bad qualities we do not know in ourselves.
In so many areas of life, I'm a spaz and incompetent.
John's time and effort were, in the main, spent on pretty honorable stuff. As for the other side, well, nobody's perfect, nobody's Jesus. And look what they did to him.
[Describing Richard M. Nixon:] naive, inept, maladjusted
No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.
Trust me; I have not exactly been the best husband material.
Then again, Solomon was human. And that meant he was flawed (Go on, take a look at yourself in the mirror. A good long look, if you can bear it. See? Flawed's putting it mildly, isn't it?)
Can't cook. Can't, I dunno, do paperwork. I don't know, what else can't we do? I'm not to be trusted with other people's animals.
Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?
We all need God in certain ways, you know. And I certainly fall short in a lot of categories. And it's at those times that I need much more help than most.
