Genius is independent of situation.

Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.

The best things carried to excess are wrong.

With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.

Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.