Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Post #2978

The honor is overpaid when he that did the act is commentator.
—James Shirley

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Post #2977

Where there is much pretension, much has been borrowed: nature never pretends.
—Johann Kaspar Lavater

Monday, December 09, 2019

Post #2976

No more delay, vain boaster, but begin.
—John Dryden

Friday, December 06, 2019

Post #2975

It will come to pass that every braggart shall be found an ass.
—William Shakespeare

Thursday, December 05, 2019

Post #2974

Bores are not to be got rid of except by rough means. They are to be scraped off like scales from a. fish.
—Christian Nestell Bovee

Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Post #2973

There is no book so bad, said the bachelor, but something good may be found in it.
—Miguel de Cervantes

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Post #2972

That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
—Amos Bronson Alcott

Monday, December 02, 2019

Post #2971

A book should be luminous not voluminous.
—Christian Nestell Bovee

Friday, November 29, 2019

Post #2970

It very seldom happens to a man that his business is his pleasure.
—Samuel Johnson

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Post #2969

Let every one engage in the business with which he is best acquainted.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Post #2968

You may get a large amount of truth into a brief space.
―Henry Ward Beecher

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Post #2967

Whatever precepts you give, be short.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Post #2966

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
—Lord Byron

Friday, November 22, 2019

Post #2965

No possession is gratifying without a companion.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Post #2964

The freer you feel yourself in the presence of another, the more free is he.
—Johann Kaspar Lavater

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus

A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.

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Post #269

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