In order to go on living one must try to escape the death involved in perfectionism.

Nothing is perfect. Life is messy. Relationships are complex. Outcomes are uncertain. People are irrational.

I'm a four star general in this thing and you don't rise to the ranks of a four star general by hanging about the house being the perfect dad.

I've always wanted to be a dad. I just can't wait to have a little rug rat running around. I used to want five or six kids but maybe I've become too self-absorbed over the years. I think two would be perfect.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

The founder of the Mona Foundation actually knew my dad for years and the more I learned about it the more I realized I really found the perfect charity. It sponsors schools and educational initiatives all over the planet.

My father was always telling himself no one was perfect not even my mother.

I never had a speech from my father 'this is what you must do or shouldn't do' but I just learned to be led by example. My father wasn't perfect.

Perfect courage is to do without witnesses what one would be capable of doing with the world looking on.

Simulated disorder postulates perfect discipline simulated fear postulates courage simulated weakness postulates strength.