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.
People ask how I think up my thoughts. Mostly I think them up while reading Paul Simon’s lyrics.
Genius ain’t anything more than elegant common sense.
Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people.
This is the nature of genius, to be able to grasp the knowable even when no one else recognizes that it is present.
Every great genius has an admixture of madness.
Genius is a plodding intellect, incapable of dreaming up the obstacles that stop the rest of us.
Common sense is instinct. Enough of it is genius.
If children grew up according to early indications, we should have nothing but geniuses.
I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect, either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.