I hold that the perfection of form and beauty is contained in the sum of all men.

In LA where I live it's all about perfectionism. Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

I don't want to be perfect but I do want to be a role model. My mom always tells me that imperfections equal beauty. All of us are imperfect.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life struggle intensity.

A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty the contemplation of mystery or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

Imperfection is beauty madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.

If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully.

I came back to performing with a different attitude about performing and myself. I wasn't expecting perfection any more just hoping for an occasional inspiration.

It is in this power of saying everything and yet saying nothing too plainly that the perfection of art consists.