Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.
All genius is a conquering of chaos and mystery.
Genius is that in which the soul of a race bums at its brightest, revealing and preserving its vision; works of art are great and significant in proportion to the clarity and fulness with which they incarnate this vision.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Everyone is born a genius, but the process of living de-geniuses them.
Genius is not a possession of the limited few, but exists in some degree in everyone. Where there is natural growth, a full and free play of faculties, genius will manifest itself.
Genius is nothing more than common faculties refined to a greater intensity. There are no astonishing ways of doing astonishing things. All astonishing things are done by ordinary materials.
The appearance of a single great genius is more than equivalent to the birth of a hundred mediocrities.
A talent somewhat above mediocrity, shrewd and not too sensitive, is more likely to rise in the world than genius.
Genius is a grace. The true man of genius acts by movement or by impulsion.