It is absurd to look for perfection.
A gift – be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love – explains itself… and if receivin’ it embarrasses you, it’s because your ‘thanks box’ is warped.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offers us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
This is the first test of a gentleman his respect for those who can be of no possible value to him.
If it ever came to a choice between compromising my moral principles and the performance of my duties, I know I’d go with my moral principles.