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.

It is through art and through art only that we can realise our perfection.

The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.

The perfection of art is to conceal art.

I've been called many names like perfectionist difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.

Trifles make perfection and perfection is no trifle.

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.