A man cannot have an idea of perfection in another, which he was never sensible of in himself.
Fuzzy Logic: I’m a nobody, nobody is perfect, therefore… I’m perfect.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
I am not a perfectionist. My parents were though.
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
Practice makes perfect.
Perfection is man’s primary motivation. If he is truthful, he will never be satisfied with himself.
If I had any humility I would be perfect.