Talent (n.) at its rarest is being good for nothing or for everything — though it is doubtful the world will appreciate it.
Talent (n.) is how spirit is still determined at the cleverest aesthetic stage — not as spirit but as talent.
Talent (n.) is for the aesthete not a plank to save one in life's shipwreck but a wing to soar over the world — a prancing steed, not a toiling nag.
Talent (n.) not construed as a calling is absolutely egoistic; whoever founds his life on it leads a robber existence, and two such talents collide in mortal conflict.
Talent (n.) is beautiful only when transfigured as a call — and existence only when everyone has one.
Talent (n.) followed only outward is a relief in life — and its reward is in proportion; only religious reflection can justify genius and talent in the deepest sense.
Talent (n.) called pride is like reproaching the golden sparrow for wearing its golden finery out of pride.
Talent (n.) only doubles, in a doubly gifted mind, the time it takes to reach simplicity.