Faultless to a fault.
Perfection is the child of time.
You would attain to the divine perfection, and yet not turn your back upon the world.
Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.
The most vigilant self-criticism of course is necessary, but the time comes when the artist must tell himself he is good or he will go under.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.
Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.
How many things by season seasoned are to their right praise and true perfection!
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
It is through Art, and through Art only, that we can realise our perfection.
