Talent (n.) at its greatest is the fairest and often the most dangerous fruit on the tree of humanity, hanging on the weakest branches, which easily break.
Talent (n.) is something outside me, often living at the bearer's expense: whoever believes he is his gift becomes its fool, always beneath it, and the world mocks him.
Talent (n.) is the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruit on the tree of humanity. It hangs upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.
Talent (n.) exerted alone produces extraordinary men; only an even tempering of powers makes full and happy ones — as gymnastics builds athletic bodies but only free play of the limbs makes beauty.
Talent (n.) deviates from the mean at once in the heights and the depths of the gifted person — high stands on low — and the tension of opposites tempers and intensifies him; like still waters, he runs deep.