Perfection is the child of time.
The object of man's worship, whatever it be, will naturally be his standard of perfection. He clothes it with every attribute, belonging, in his view, to a perfect character; and this character he himself endeavors to attain.
Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.
Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood.
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.
A principle is the expression of perfection, and as imperfect beings like us cannot practise perfection, we devise every moment limits of its compromise in practice.
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.
I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's business.
Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
There is a danger of changing too much in the search for perfection.
A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.