Genius is not inspired. Inspiration is perspiration.

Sticking to it is the genius.

One must indeed be ignorant of the methods of genius to suppose that it allows itself to be cramped by forms.

I used to think I must be a genius, but nobody's noticed. I used to wonder whether I'm a genius or I'm not, which is it? I used to think, well, I can't be mad, because nobody's put me away, therefore, I'm a genius. A genius is a form of madness, and we're all that way, you know, and I used to be a bit coy about it, like my guitar playing.

Even the genius asks questions.

True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.