Monday, March 30, 2020

Post #3012

When Fate summons, monarchs must obey.
—John Dryden

Monday, March 23, 2020

Post #3011

Most men are afraid of a bad name, but few fear their consciences.

Monday, March 16, 2020

Post #3010

Whatever begins also ends.

Monday, March 09, 2020

Post #3009

Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.

Monday, March 02, 2020

Post #3008

 He who can suppress a moment's anger may prevent a day of sorrow.
—Tryon Edwards

Monday, February 24, 2020

Post #3007

If you would be loved, be lovable.

Monday, February 17, 2020

Post #3006

I saw one excellency was within my reach – it was brevity and I determined to obtain it.
—John Jay

Monday, February 10, 2020

Post #3005

If you lend a person any money it becomes lost for any purpose as one's own. When you ask for it back again you may find a friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press still further either you must part with that which you have intrusted or else you must lose that friend.

Monday, February 03, 2020

Post #3004

Cervantes speaks of potted wisdom as " short sentences drawn from a long experience."
—Charles Buxton

Monday, January 27, 2020

Post #3003

To have nothing is not poverty.

Monday, January 20, 2020

Post #3002

Common sense has given to words their ordinary signification, and common sense is the genius of mankind.
—Fran├žois Pierre Guillaume Guizot

Monday, January 13, 2020

Post #3001

 Who is nobody ? The man who lives for self, who has no affection for his own kin, and who lives a living lie and knows it.
—James Ellis

Friday, January 10, 2020

Post #3000

God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.
—William Shakespeare

Thursday, January 09, 2020

Post #2999

Trust not too much to that enchanting face; Beauty's a charm, but soon the charm will pass.

Wednesday, January 08, 2020

Post #2998

The covetous man heaps up riches not to enjoy them but to have them.
—Dr. John Tillotson

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

What's money?  A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do. —B...