I Find Just As Much

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.

A Caterpillar Who Seeks To Know Himself Would Never Become A Butterfly

Sadness Is Almost Never Anything But A Form Of Fatigue.

Great Minds Tend Toward Banality. It Is The Noblest Effort Of Individualism. But It Implies A Sort Of Modesty, Which Is So Rare That It Is Scarcely Found Except In The Greatest, Or In Beggars.

An Unprejudiced Mind Is Probably The Rarest Thing In The World; To Nonprejudice I Attach The Greatest Value.