The true genius is a mind of large general powers, accidentally determined to some particular direction.

Everyone is a genius at least once a year. The real geniuses simply have their bright ideas closer together.

Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored.

The genius-in work and in deed-is necessarily a squanderer: the fact that he spends himself constitutes his greatness.

There are two types of genius: one which above all begets and wants to beget, and another which prefers being fertilized and giving birth.

Better beware of notions like genius and inspiration; they are a sort of magic wand and should be used sparingly by anybody who wants to see things clearly.

Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call genius, is to possess all the genius by which the work was produced.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness- and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not every thing that should be said.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully fostered by the inferiority complex of the public.

We should like to have some towering geniuses, to reveal us to ourselves in colour and fire, but of course they would have to fit into the pattern of our society and be able to take orders from sound administrative types.