And roots, if they are to bear fruits, must be kept well in the soil of the land.

We must take care of this seed; we must be a good soil, which doesn't allow too many thorns to grow, thorns of division and other things that can stifle this seed that is growing. There must be mutual care between Priests and the faithful.

Like a skilful husbandman you must force the soil which nature has left sterile; and depend upon it the produce will be answerable to the cultivation.

Genius moves to creation, not to destruction. Only a very few have combined both.

The soil of our mind contains many seeds, positive and negative. We are the gardeners who identify, water, and cultivate the best seeds.

We must cultivate our garden.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

Greatness is the reward for genius...only a few can be great, the rest are plain good.

Genius can only breathe freely in an atmosphere of freedom. Persons of genius are, ex vi termini,5 more individual than any other people — less capable, consequently, of fitting themselves, without hurtful compression, into any of the small number of moulds which society provides in order to save its members the trouble of forming their own character.

Genius does not only require superior knowledge and skill, but also superior patience.

Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius.

He whose dirt it is must keep it that it may not trespass.

I cannot escape from the conclusion that the great ages of progress have depended upon a small number of individuals of transcendent ability.

Genius is seldom recognized for what it is: a great capacity for hard work.