Quotes About Genius

Surely, if knowledge is valuable, it can never be good policy in a country far wealthier than Tuscany, to allow a genius like Mr. Dalton's, to be employed in the drudgery of elementary instruction.

Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see. —Arthur Schopenhauer

Genius is only childhood recovered at will, childhood now gifted to express itself with the faculties of manhood and with the analytic mind that allows him to give order to the heap of unwittingly hoarded material.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.

Almost everyone is born a genius and buried an idiot.

Moderation is the inseparable companion of wisdom, but with it genius has not even a nodding acquaintance.

The greatest genius is never so great as when it is chastised and subdued by the highest reason.

A harmless hilarity and a buoyant cheerfulness are not infrequent concomitants of genius; and we are never more deceived than when we mistake gravity for greatness, solemnity for science, and pomposity for erudition.

I do not need drugs to be a genius, do not take a genius to be human, but I need your smile to be happy.

Eccentricities of genius.

In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, I made the discovery of the line of action for myself.

Little is to be expected of that day... to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly-acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music, instead of factory bells...

After a partial cessation of his sensuous life, the soul of man, or its organs, rather, are reinvigorated each day, and his Genius tries again what noble life it can make.

Mozart composed music of radiant vivacity, sparkle, and wit at times when he was crushed by neglect, debt, and the awful discouragement of living his whole life insufficiently compensated and recognized.

Now to form the complete poet, neither heart only, nor head only, is sufficient: the complete poet must have a heart in his brain, or a brain in his heart. Such was Shakspeare, complete because he had both, and supreme because he had both to the highest degree.

The obscurest sayings of the truly great are often those which contain the germ of the profoundest and most useful truths. Genius rapidly traverses the living present to bury itself in the deepest mysteries of the universe; often making the grandest discoveries at a single glance.

Andy Warhol is the only genius I've ever known with an IQ of 60.

Accusing us of being a gimmick is a bit like accusing Jesus Christ of having 'a bit of a messiah complex'. True, maybe, but when faced with the undeniable genius of what we put out, does that really still matter?

The question, What is a philosopher? cannot be answered at all in more recent times. Here he appears as an accidental, solitary wanderer, as a daring "genius." What is he in the midst of a powerful culture that is not based on solitary "geniuses"?

Genius is the true mystery, and at its edge--the abyss.

If you want to overcome death itself, whose armor is sleep, dream, and dullness, you must climb from one step of awakening to the next. Imagine: the lowest step of this heavenly ladder is called "genius." What name shall we then give to the highest ones? They remain unknown to the multitudes and are considered to be legend

Del salón en el angulo oscuro de su dueño tal vez olvidada silenciosa y cubierta de polvo veiase el arpa ¡Cuanta nota dormia en sus cuerdas como el pájaro duerme en las ramas esperando la mano de nieve que sabe arrancarlas -¡Ay!-pensé-.¡Cuantas veces el genio asi duerme en el fondo del alma,,como Lazaro,espera que le diga:"¡Levantate y anda!" y una voz

Tú sabes y yo sé que en esta vida con genio es muy contado el que la escribe, y con oro cualquiera hace poesía.