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.


p. 297 - The Summing Up (1938)


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.

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.

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.

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.