Most of us stand poised at the edge of brilliance, haunted by the knowledge of our proximity, yet still demonstrably on the wrong side of the line, our dealings with reality undermined by a range of minor yet critical psychological flaws (a little too much optimism, an unprocessed rebelliousness, a fatal impatience or sentimentality). We are like an exquisite high-speed aircraft which for lack of a tiny part is left stranded beside the runway, rendered slower than a tractor or bicycle.
Reality shows serve up juicy drama out of human shortcomings.
Man is stupid, phenomenally stupid.
Aren't all people flawed?
We can't blame the technology when we make mistakes.
The science of psychology has been far more successful on the negative than on the positive side... It has revealed to us much about man's shortcomings, his illnesses, his sins, but little about his potentialities, his virtues, his achievable aspirations or his psychological health... We must find out what psychology might be if it could free itself from the stultifying effects of limited, pessimistic and stingy preoccupations with human nature.
We are all flawed people.
The science of psychology has been far more successful on the negative than on the positive side... It has revealed to us much about man's shortcomings, his illnesses, his sins, but little about his potentialities, his virtues, his achievable aspirations, or his psychological health.
For better or worse, I am as fascinated with human flaws as anything.
Oh, the shortcomings and inconsistency of the average human being, especially when this human being is a man trying to manage women's affairs!
America is a great country, and we've done a lot of good in the world. But we are a collection of people, not saints. We have our own sins to atone for.
Man's shortcomings and sins are all due to substance of the body and not to its form, while all his merits are exclusively due to his form.
Never underestimate the capacity of another human being to have exactly the same shortcomings you have.
To expect this larger-than-life, holier-than-thou sort of existence from us is not possible. We as much want to make our own mistake as a man does.
The human condition is not perfect. We are not perfect specimens, any of us. We're not robots.
I never expect to see a perfect work from imperfect man.
Commenting on the then unratified U. S. Constitution:
Science may carry us to Mars, but it will leave the earth peopled as ever by the inept.
In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not.
Imagine spending four billion years stocking the oceans with seafood, filling the ground with fossil fuels, and drilling the bees in honey production - only to produce a race of bed-wetters!
I've always been interested in our flaws as human beings, just as much as the virtues.
We're such imperfect beings. I think that's more often the case than not.