There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.

To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

When there is noise and crowds, there is trouble; When everything is silent and perfect, There is just perfection and nothing To fill the air.

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line.