Friday, September 29, 2017

Post #2415

Tears are often to be found where there is little sorrow, and the deepest sorrow without any tears.
—Samuel Johnson

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Post #2414

Prefer diligence before idleness, unless you esteem rust above brightness.
—Plato

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Post #2413

Man ought always to have something which he prefers to life; otherwise life itself will appear to him tiresome and void.
—Johann G. Seume

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Post #2412

Minds which never rest are subject to many digressions.
—Joseph Joubert

Monday, September 25, 2017

Post #2411

Grant but memory to us, and we can lose nothing by death.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Friday, September 22, 2017

Post #2410

When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.
—Samuel Johnson

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Post #2409

It is cruelty in war that buyeth conquest.
—Sir P. Sidney

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Post #2408

Precepts or maxims are of great weight; and a few useful ones at hand do more toward a happy life than whole volumes that we know not where to find.
—Seneca

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Post #2407

Kind words are the music of the world.
  —Frederick William Faber

Monday, September 18, 2017

Post #2406

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
—Samuel Johnson

Friday, September 15, 2017

Post #2505

Doubt that creed which you cannot reduce to practice.
—Hosea Ballou

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Post #2504

Time is but a stream I go a fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom, and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper, fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
—Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Post #2503

In all things it is better to hope than to despair.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Post #2502

He who gives advice to a fool, beats the air with a stick.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Post #2501

I cannot abide to see men throw away their tools the minute the clock begins to strike, as if they took no pleasure in their work, and was afraid o' doing a stroke too much. The very grindstone 'll go on turning a bit after you loose it.
—George Eliot

Friday, September 08, 2017

Post #2500

All sorrows are bearable if there is bread.
—Don Quixote

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Post #2499

A lover never sees the faults of the one he loves till the enchantment is over.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Post #2498

Quick resolves are often unsafe.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Post #2497

To call people peculiar is only a polite way of calling them disagreeable.
—W. S. Murphy

Monday, September 04, 2017

Post #2496

Though we should be grateful for good homes, there is no house like God's out-of-doors.
—Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, September 01, 2017

Post #2495

Indulgence to children breeds ingratitude.

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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