The truth of the matter is beauty is a specific thing rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.

What sort of sap doesn't know by now that picture-perfect beauty is all done with smoke and mirrors anyway?

I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect and of course it isn't. And that's a tough place to be because you're never satisfied.

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development a record of Experience whose legitimate office is to perfect the life a legible language to those who will study it of the majestic mistress the soul.

I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect - they are much more interesting.

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.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan as portrayed by Milton.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today so beauty is something that changes with time.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

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.

Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.

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.

I perfectly understood President Obama's attitude throughout the French presidential campaign. He had no reason to distance himself from Nicolas Sarkozy. It's the basic solidarity that leaders who worked together owe to each other.

I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.

I am not a great cook I am not a great artist but I love art and I love food so I am the perfect traveller.

Venice is the perfect place for a phase of art to die. No other city on earth embraces entropy quite like this magical floating mall.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

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

The art of life is to live in the present moment and to make that moment as perfect as we can by the realization that we are the instruments and expression of God Himself.