Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Genius is at first little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline. Every soul is potentially Genius, if not arrested. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected ideas. No thing great is erected suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig.
Patience is man's greatest joy.
Genius without education is like silver in a mine. Little strokes fell great oaks. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor. There are no great men, only great challenges that ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet. Gift, like genius, I often think means only an infinite capacity for taking pains.