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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