A brilliant idea is like a baby in a mothers womb. You need to bring it out in the world, nurture it, feed it, grow it, till it becomes big enough to take care of itself. If you leave it at the stage of an idea itself, it is as good as non existent.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide— plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life's problems when you count them as joy.

If you only have one world, one life, then however brilliant it is most of the time, you have nowhere to run when you need to escape from it for a while.

It would be unfair to expect other people to be as brilliant as oneself.

Nothing is more creative... nor destructive... than a brilliant mind with a purpose.

I am not brilliant. I am curious and persistent.