If man cannot, what god dare claim perfection?
Aus so krummen Holze, als woraus der Mensch gemacht ist, kann nichts ganz Gerades gezimmert werden. Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing can ever be made.
The problem with people is that they're only human.
I'm not interested in perfection. The universe is perfect, and there are some works of art that we see as perfect, but human beings aren't perfect.
It is only the impossible that is possible for God. He has given over the possible to the mechanics of matter and the autonomy of his creatures.
The humorous man recognizes that absolute purity, absolute justice, absolute logic and perfection are beyond human achievement and that men have been able to live happily for thousands of years in a state of genial frailty.
Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.
The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.
Only human, after all.
After all, we are human beings, and not creatures of infinite possibilities.
Nothing is perfect on the human stage.
The basic experience of everyone is the experience of human limitation.
Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.
