The appearance of a single great genius is more than equivalent to the birth of a hundred mediocrities

Unfortunately, goodness and honor are rather the exception than the rule among exceptional men, not to speak of geniuses

Genius is one of the many forms of insanity.

Good sense travels on the well-worn paths; genius, never. And that is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat great men as lunatics.

It is a sad mission to cut through and destroy with the scissors of analysis the delicate and iridescent veils with which our proud mediocrity clothes itself.

God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.

The ignorant man always adores what he cannot understand

Klopstock was questioned regarding the meaning of a passage in his poem. He replied, 'God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.'

The appearance of a single great genius is more than equivalent to the birth of a hundred mediocrities.

Leaders walk their talks. They don’t give theories that do not work. They have clarity into their dreams and insight into their directions!

When you do things with the power of passion and power of love, you create destructive beauty.

Churches are not the kingdom of God, but are primary and inevitable expressions, outposts, and instrumentalities of presence of the kingdom among us. They are 'societies' of Jesus.

O help/ Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art/ Mine only hope. -Leia Organa

I mean do women like to get the crap scared out of them at the movies? Sure. Of course.

We can understand poetry from a billion - in a billion styles, experiment, tradition, combination, spice, meter, image. It's all there for the poet and for the listener and for all of us.

There is no dearth of charity in the world in giving, but there is comparatively little exercised in thinking and speaking.

I have to feel that each thing I've learned I can push to another point next time. I'm not very good with repetition. I would rather not work than feel that repetition is the order of the day.

Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enrolled In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!

God, eldest of Poets.