07 agosto 2009


Perfection, my friend, is no more made for us than infinity. We must seek for nothing in it, demand nothing of it, neither love nor beauty, happiness nor virtue; but we must love it if we would be virtuous, if we would attain the
greatest happiness of which man is capable.

Alfred de Musset, The Confession of a Child of the Century

Pic taken from LIFE

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