Genius (n.) in its conceit is a reason whose talents have been ruined by indolence.
Genius (n.) is the lightning flash that strikes tradition and gives the old types freshness and life — the moment fine art awakens.
Genius (n.) is often praised precisely for blurring clear distinctions — but blurring is nature's impotence, not its excellence.
Genius (n.) has a handicraft side: it is the peculiar capacity of genius to become complete master of its material.
Genius (n.) in a performer of a great work consists solely in reaching the spiritual height of the composer and bringing it to life.
Genius (n.) is the total selfhood that lives in someone else as their substance — as the mother is the genius of the child in her womb.
Genius (n.) was once the rage in poetry as it now is in philosophy, and it begat only trite prose — or, getting beyond that, crazy rhetoric.
Genius (n.) is the ability to produce aesthetic ideas — free imaginings that provide food for thought without being expressible in any concept.
Genius (n.) like Napoleon's is a free totality exempt from any one profession — so he may wear ideal clothing on his statue, though on a snuff-box his little hat will do.
Genius (n.) is the concentrated individuality whose decision is ultimate whatever show of reasons and intentions the more public consciousness so liberally offers.
Genius (n.) (like talent and particular capacities) belongs to the spiritual animal kingdom, where individuals, in confusion and mutual violence, cheat and wrestle over the essence of the actual world.
The Genius (n.) is not conscious of the general Idea he is unfolding. He merely had an insight into the requirements of the time—what was ripe for development.
The Genius (n.) is an instrument of the Absolute. He merely places another stone on the pile, as others have done; somehow his has the good fortune to come last, and when he places his stone the arch stands self-supported.