Love and esteem are the first principles of friendship it is always imperfect if either of these two are wanting.

Perfect friendship is the friendship of men who are good and alike in excellence for these wish well alike to each other qua good and they are good in themselves.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding mutual confidence sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

I am somebody who... - I'm not saying I'm perfect but I need that freedom that ability to make mistakes out there. Because there's a fine line between making a mistake or being brilliant.

Jazz stands for freedom. It's supposed to be the voice of freedom: Get out there and improvise and take chances and don't be a perfectionist - leave that to the classical musicians.

Freedom from care and anxiety of mind is a blessing which I apprehend such people enjoy in higher perfection than most others and is of the utmost consequence.

What is the essence of America? Finding and maintaining that perfect delicate balance between freedom 'to' and freedom 'from.'

Who is more to be pitied a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.

Without culture and the relative freedom it implies society even when perfect is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.

Perfect freedom is as necessary to the health and vigor of commerce as it is to the health and vigor of citizenship.

I think we learn the most from imperfect relationships - things like forgiveness and compassion.

God's forgiveness allows us to be honest with ourselves. We recognize our imperfections admit our failures and plead to God for clemency.

My perfect day is constantly changing. Right now it would be to lie around in a hammock reading with a portable phone and a table of food next to it. I would spend all day there. And that's all that I can possibly come up with on the spur of the moment.

When I do a 30-minute meal for instance on Food Network that's my food you see at the end of the show and it's not perfect. And if sometimes things break or drop or the pasta hits the wall when I'm draining it they never stop tape. They just kind of let me go with it.

You know how you wake up in the morning and sometimes you look gorgeous and other times you look like you got hit by a mack truck? I realized that my mack truck is food. If I have no sugar yeast or wine I have no undereye bags and my skin is perfect.

Most food you drop is still perfectly edible. If it was in your eyesight the whole time you can pick it up and eat it.

I know lots and lots and lots of vegetarians who think it's perfectly all right to kill animals for food to eat but don't do it because they think all the ways in which it's done are wrong.

The goodness of a thing created is the perfection of its fitness for the use which it serves. Now that use is either particular or universal.

Oh and once when I was in the Marines I got a perfect score on my physical fitness test.

The way you deal with a scare is the way you deal with a laugh. The timing has to be perfect. When you're dealing with fear or laughter - emotions that happen spontaneously - you hope it's working. But in the moment you really have no idea.

I have been thinking about the notion of perfect love as being without fear and what that means for us in a world that's becoming increasingly xenophobic tortured by fundamentalism and nationalism.

Even as we enumerate their shortcomings the rigor of raising children ourselves makes clear to us our mothers' incredible strength. We fear both. If they are not strong who will protect us? If they are not imperfect how can we equal them?

Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth when perfect sincerity is expected perfect freedom must be allowed nor has anyone who is apt to be angry when he hears the truth any cause to wonder that he does not hear it.