Every superior personality, and every superior performance, has, for the average of mankind, something mysterious.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Every man I meet is in some way my superior.
Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.
The nobler a man, the harder it is for him to suspect inferiority in others.
All human excellence is but comparative. There may be persons who excel us, as much as we fancy we excel the meanest.
Superior virtue must be the fruit of superior intelligence.
There is a strange kind of human being in whom there is an eternal struggle between body and soul, animal and god, for dominance. In all great men this mixture is striking, and in none more so than in Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Everyone has different talents, different styles and talents.
The higher the general average of intelligence, all things else being equal, the less the disposition to be meddlesome, critical, and overbearing.
All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity.
The faults of a superior person are like the sun and moon. They have their faults, and everyone sees them; they change and everyone looks up to them.