Perfect soldier, perfect gentleman ... never gave offence to anyone, not even the enemy.
(A.J.P. (Alan John Percivale) Taylor (1906-1990), British historian. Letter, March 16, 1973. Letters to Eva, ed. Eva Haraszti Taylor (1991).
Referring to Field Marshal Alexander.)
(Billy Wilder (b. 1906), U.S. film director, I.A.L. Diamond, screenwriter, and Billy Wilder. Osgood E. Fielding III (Joe E. Brown), in Some Like It Hot (film), final words of film, on Osgood's discovery that his bride-to-be (Jack Lemmon) is a man (1959).)
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. (1921). Ecrasia, in Back to Methuselah, "As Far as Thought Can Reach," The Bodley Head Bernard Shaw: Collected Plays with their Prefaces, vol. 5, ed. Dan H. Laurence (1972).)
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer. Trans. by Harry Zohn, originally published in Beim Wort genommen (1955). Half-Truths and One-and-a-Half Truths, University of Chicago Press (1990).)
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference.
(Cesare Pavese (1908-1950), Italian poet, novelist, translator. The Burning Brand: Diaries 1935-1950, entry for February 21, 1940 (1952, trans. 1961).)
A "super person" is one who expects to manage a career, home, and family with complete ease, expecting to maintain a perfect job, a perfect marriage, a perfect house, and perfect control of the children.
(Joyce Portner (late 20th century), U.S. author. Stress and Family, ch. 11 (1983).)
The soul is a very perfect judge of her own motions, if your mind doesn't dictate to her.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. Originally published by T. Seltzer (1923). "Whitman," Studies in Classic American Literature, ch. 12, Doubleday (1959).)
The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.
(E.M. (Edward Morgan) Forster (1879-1970), British novelist, essayist. "The Raison d'tre of Criticism in the Arts," pt. II (1947), in Two Cheers for Democracy (1951).
Originally from an address on music at Harvard University.)
Don't you know that every perfect life would mean the end of art?
(Robert Musil (1880-1942), Austrian author. Ulrich to Clarisse, in The Man Without Qualities, book I, ch. 84, Gesammelte Werke in Neun Banden [Collected Works in Nine Volumes], ed. Adolf Frise, trans. by Donald C. Riechel, Rowohlt (1978).)