Perfection (n.) is supposed not to have become — we enjoy it as if it sprang from the ground by magic, and the artist cultivates that illusion.
Perfection (n.) teaches us to hope: place small, good, perfect things around you — their golden ripeness heals the heart.
Perfection (n.) of any kind requires unconsciousness — even the mathematician combines unconsciously; morality that must justify itself logically is no good.
Perfection (n.) in life and creation is made possible only by automatism — the profound instinct behind every morality and code of laws.
Perfection (n.) is made impossible by a degree of consciousness: all perfect acts are unconscious and no longer subject to will.
Perfection (n.) cannot bear to have witnesses.