It is possible that the production of genius is reserved to a limited period of mankind's history.
What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.
Every talent must unfold itself in fighting.
Some people appear to be more meager in talent than they are, just because the tasks they set themselves are always too great.
Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?
What a person is begins to betray itself when his talent weakens--when he stops showing what he can do. Talent, too, is ornamentation, and ornamentation, too, is a hiding place.