Sunday, May 22, 2022

Post #3125

He who gives advice to a self-conceited man, stands himself in need of counsel.
—Saadi Shīrāzī: Gulistân

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Post #3124

Dream dreams, then write them aye, but live them first.
—Samuel Eliot Morison

Sunday, May 08, 2022

Post #3123

Make voyages!—Attempt them!—there's nothing else!
—Tennessee Williams

Sunday, May 01, 2022

Post #3122

Everything has its limit - iron ore cannot be educated into gold.
—Mark Twain

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Post #3121

Opportunities are usually disguised by hard work, so most people don’t recognize them.
—Ann Landers

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Post #3120

Those who mistake their good luck for their merit are inevitably bound for disaster.
—Christopher J. Herold

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Post #3119

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
—Tennessee Williams

Sunday, April 03, 2022

Post #3118

Not by age but by capacity is wisdom acquired.
—Titus Maccius Plautus

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Post #3117

A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.
—Sir Francis Bacon

Sunday, March 20, 2022

Post #3116

If you would persuade, speak of interest, not of reason.
—Benjamin Franklin

Sunday, March 13, 2022

Post #3115

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take awa
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Sunday, March 06, 2022

Post #3114

I can't, does nothing.
I'll try, effects miracles.
I will, accomplishes everything.

Sunday, February 27, 2022

Post #3113

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.
—Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Post #3112

Every man, however wise, sometimes requires the advice of a friend in the affairs of life.

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Post #3111

Out of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most.
—Mark Twain

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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