Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Post #2938

It is easy to see, hard to foresee.
—Benjamin Franklin

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Post #2937

Ere fancy you consult, consult your purse.
—Benjamin Franklin

Monday, October 14, 2019

Post #2936

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Friday, October 11, 2019

Post #2935

A sip is the most that mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.
—Amos Bronson Alcott

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Post #2934

Were we perfectly acquainted with the object, we should never passionately desire it.
—Fran├žois de La Rochefoucauld

Wednesday, October 09, 2019

Post #2933

Trouble teaches men how much there is in manhood.
 —Henry Ward Beecher

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Post #2932

Dependence There is no one subsists by himself alone.
—Owen Feltham

Monday, October 07, 2019

Post #2931

A friend to everybody is a friend to nobody.
—Spanish Proverb

Friday, October 04, 2019

Post #2930

He who praises everybody praises nobody.
—Samuel Johnson

Thursday, October 03, 2019

Post #2929

The unfortunate do not pity the unfortunate.
—H. W. Shaw

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Post #2928

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.
—Thomas Carlyle

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Post #2927

We spend our days in deliberating, and we and them without coming to any resolve.
—Sir Roger L'Estrange

Monday, September 30, 2019

Post #2926

In matters of great concern, and which must be done, there is no surer argument of a weak mind than irresolution.
—Dr. John Tillotson

Friday, September 27, 2019

Post #2925

People are to be taken in very small doses.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Post #2924

Sleep hath its own world, a boundary between the things misnamed death and existence.
—Lord Byron

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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