We confess our faults, in order that our frankness may repair the damage they do us in the eyes of others.
There is no wisdom like frankness.
An absolute command of your temper, so as not to be provoked to passion, upon any account; patience, to hear frivolous, impertinent, and unreasonable applications; with address enough to refuse, without offending, or, by your manner of granting, to double the obligation; dexterity enough to conceal a truth without telling a lie; sagacity enough to read other people’s countenances; and serenity enough not to let them discover anything by your; a seeming frankness with a real reserve. There are the rudiments of a politician.
He had a certain frankness and generosity, qualities indeed which turn to a man's ruin, unless tempered with discretion.
This character wherewith we sink into the grave at death is the very character wherewith we shall reappear at the resurrection.
Just remaining quietly in the presence of God, listening to Him, being attentive to Him, requires a lot of courage and know-how.
We confess our little faults to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.