This is the indispensable condition of perfection.Few live without some weak point, either physical or moral, which they pamper because they could easily cure it.The keenness of others often regrets to see a slight defect attaching itself to a whole assembly of elevated qualities, and yet a single cloud can hide the whole of the sun.There are likewise patches on our reputation which ill-will soon finds out and is continually noticing.The highest skill is to transform them into ornament.So Caesar hid his natural defects with the laurel.