Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Post #2953

There is no moment like the present; not only so, but moreover, there is no moment at all, that is, no instant force and energy, but in the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him, can have no hope from them afterward; they will be dissipated, lost, and perish in the hurry and scurry of the world.
—Miss Edgeworth

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Post #2633

The man who procrastinates struggles with ruin.
—Hesiod

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Post #2268

Procrastination is the kidnapper of souls and the recruiting-officer of hell.
—Edward Irving

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Post #2234

The man who procrastinates struggles with ruin.
—Hesiod

Thursday, September 03, 2015

Post #1894

By the streets of “By and By” one arrives at the house of “Never.”
—Miguel de Cervantes

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Post #1634

Leave not the business of to-day to be done to-morrow; for who knoweth what may be thy condition to-morrow? The rose-garden, which to-day is full of flowers, when to-morrow thou wouldst pluck a rose, may not afford thee one.
—Firdausi

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Post #1608

Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat.
—Samuel Johnson

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Post #1170

To think too long about doing a thing often becomes its undoing.
—Eva Young

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Monday, June 04, 2012

Post #969

Nothing would be done at all if a man waits until he can do it so well that no one can find fault with it.
—John Newman

Monday, May 14, 2012

Post #951

The wise man does at once what the fool does finally.
—Baltasar Gracian

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Post #942

I was seldom able to see an opportunity until it had ceased to be one.
—Mark Twain

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Post #603

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. 
—William Congreve

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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