The difference between genius and stupidity is; genius has its limits.
The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not also a man of honor.
The true genius shudders at incompleteness – imperfection – and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.
The particulars of life do not matter to the artist; they merely provide him with the opportunity to lay bare his genius.[Les données de la vie ne comptent pas pour l’artiste, elles ne sont pour lui qu’une occasion de mettre à nu son génie.]
Taste is the common sense of genius.[Le goût, c’est la raison du génie.]
In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.
Genius is a form of the life force that is deeply versed in illness, that both draws creatively from it and creates through it.
Every child is to a certain extent a genius, and every genius to a certain extent a child.[Jedes Kind gewissermaaßen ein Genie, und jedes Genie gewissermaaßen ein Kind.]
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.
A genius is often merely a talented person who has done all of his or her homework.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
What’s genius? I don’t know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can’t help doing.
