A Quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others. — © Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others.
I look only to the good qualities of men. Not being faultless myself, I won't presume to probe into the faults of others.
The less satisfaction we derive from being ourselves, the greater is our desire to be like others.
I think that he [Michael Jackson] did derive an ultimate sense of joy and satisfaction in what others enjoyed from him that was denied to himself. There's no question that the transcendent art that he created was a means, an instrument, a vehicle for others to experience what he didn't.
Faultless in spite of all her faults.
If we had no faults, we would not derive so much pleasure from noting those of other people.
This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.
It is the satisfaction we derive from 'going there' in contrast to the satisfaction derived from 'getting there.' Recreation provides 'the pause that refreshes.' It recreates creators.
There is no one without faults, not even men of God. They are men of God not because they are faultless, but because they know their faults, they strive against them, they do not hide them, and are ever ready to correct themselves.
Those whose primary concern is to destroy others are at the lowest level of development. Those who are only interested in their own satisfaction are farther along. Those who both do things for their own satisfaction and the satisfaction of others are even father along. Then there are saints who just constantly live for the welfare of others.
Toxic people defy logic. Some are blissfully unaware of the negative impact that they have on those around them, and others seem to derive satisfaction from creating chaos and pushing other people's buttons.
Blessed is he whose own faults keep him from seeing the faults of others.
People derive the most satisfaction from doing the best they can.
Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
He who is faultless does not care for the opinion of others.
What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.
Speak no evil, that thou mayest not hear it spoken unto thee, and magnify not the faults of others that thine own faults may not appear great.
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