Quote by Joseph Addison
It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The m

It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others. – Joseph Addison

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Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn. – Joseph Addison

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An ostentatious man will rather relate a blunder or an absurdity he has committed, than be debarred from talking of his own dear person. – Joseph Addison

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A cloudy day or a little sunshine have as great an influence on many constitutions as the most recent blessings or misfortunes. – Joseph Addison

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Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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The human story does not always unfold like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes in life they make five or minus three; and sometimes the blackboard topples down in the middle of the sum and leaves the class in disorder and the pedagogue with a black eye. – Winston Churchill

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Fix your eyes on perfection and you make almost everything speed towards it. – William Ellery Channing

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The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is. – Dante Alighieri

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