Two hundred years ago one could find but few workingmen who could read or write.

There are plenty of good people, but only a very, very few are precise and disciplined.

People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.

But people who are capable of thinking clearly are in a minority, of course.

Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak.

There are few people in this world with whom I can converse.

Perfect numbers, like perfect men, are very rare.

Perfect numbers like perfect men are very rare.

Very few of us are what we seem.

There are so few who can grow old with a good grace.

The fewer there are who follow the way to perfection, the harder that way is to find.

There may be oodles of possible humans, but it is a finite number.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

There are many people who can do big things, but there are very few people who will do the small things.