Talent (n.) is talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.
Talent (n.) devoid of longing for the genius above it is petrifaction — as cold, self-laudatory virtuousness is farthest from true saintliness.
Talent (n.) can be a convenient excuse — 'being gifted' and 'being compelled' are contemptible words, designed to let one ignore an inner admonition and to slander the great man who heeded it.
Talent (n.) that is primordially determined turns everything to gain: every peril makes it bolder, every victory more thoughtful; it feeds on poison and misfortune and grows healthy; if it wanders into error it returns with the most marvellous booty.
Talent (n.) is overrated: great men were often little gifted, but had the seriousness of the efficient workman who learns to make the parts well before the dazzling whole.
Talent (n.) is a vampire that sucks blood and strength from the other powers.
Talent (n.) everyone has; few have the toughness to become a talent — that is, to become what they are.
Talent (n.) in excess can make one stand less securely — as a table stands better on three legs than on four.
Talent (n.) is but a name for an older piece of learning, practice and incorporation — by our fathers or earlier; and he who learns bestows talent on himself.
Talent (n.) is finery, and finery is a hiding place: what a man is begins to show only when his talent decreases.
Talent (n.) is a vampire: whoever has one is also its victim.
Talent (n.) makes one also its victim: one lives under the vampirism of one's talent.