All genius is a conquering of chaos and mystery.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Genius is one of the many forms of insanity.
There is no great genius without some touch of madness.
Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.
The genius which runs to madness is no longer genius.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Real genius is nothing else but the supernatural virtue of humility in the domain of thought.
No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.
Genius is never understood in its own time.
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.
Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.