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.

Genius has never been accepted without a measure of condonement.

The deep waters of time will flow over us: only a few men of genius will lift a head above the surface, and though doomed eventually to pass into the same silence, will fight against oblivion and for a long time hold their own.

It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing.

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

The persecution of genius fosters its influence.

You cannot create genius. All you can do is nurture it.

We wish genius and morality were affectionate companions, but it is a fact that they are often bitter enemies. They don't necessarily coalesce any more than oil and water do.