The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong.

Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.

The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.

Man's biological weakness is the condition of human culture.

It is a talent of the weak to persuade themselves that they suffer for something when they suffer from something; that they are showing the way when they are running away; that they see the light when they feel the heat; that they are chosen when they are shunned.

The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step in repairing our loss.

We are more often treacherous, through weakness than through calculation.

A woman of mystique is fully aware of her flaws and weaknesses, yet she is strong enough to admit them and not be embarrassed by them.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?