There is a story about a young artist who had a genius for finding fault with others. He could immediately detect any weakness in them.
One night, he had a dream. He saw himself on a barren road, struggling beneath a heavy burden. He cried out in pain as he tried to support it. He complained out loud, “What is this weight that I must carry? And why must I carry it?”
From nowhere he seemed to hear, “It is the weight of the faults which you have found in others. Why do you complain? You were the one who discovered them, so shouldn’t they belong to you now?”
— Maurice Masterlinck