It is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. You can't depend on your judgement when your imagination is out of focus. The perfect human being is uninteresting, the Buddha who leaves the world, you know. It is the imperfections of life that we love.
Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful we must carry it with us or we find it not. We are symbols, and inhabit symbols. In skating over thin ice, our safety is in our speed. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. If a man write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mouse-trap than his neighbor, tho' he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.