Perfection has one grave defect: it is apt to be dull.
Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
Perfection is a trifle dull. It is not the least of life's ironies that this, which we all aim at, is better not quite achieved.
It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection.