Still hover near, lest absence pain
His lonely heart.
For friendship’s tones have kindlier power
Than odorous fruit, or nectared bowl,
To soothe, in sorrow’s languid hour,
The sinking soul.
Sa’dī.
347.
The faults of others are easily perceived, but those of oneself are difficult to perceive; a man winnows his neighbour’s faults like chaff, but his own fault he hides as a cheat hides the false dice from the gamester.
Dhammapada.