Sunday, January 29, 2023

Post #3161

We do not imitate, but are a model to others.
—Pericles

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Post #3160

Life is a long lesson in humility.
—Sir James M. Barrie

Post #3159

There is no sin except stupidity.
—Oscar Wilde

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Post #3158

The trouble ain't that people are ignorant: it's that they know so much that ain't so.
—H.W. Shaw

Sunday, January 08, 2023

Post #3157

Those who lose dreaming are lost.
—Australian Aboriginal Proverb

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Post #3156

You know what the three most exciting sounds in the world are? Anchor chains, plane motors & train whistles.
—George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life

Sunday, December 18, 2022

Post #3155

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.
—Mike Tyson

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Post #3154

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
—William Cowper

Sunday, December 04, 2022

Post #3153

Never try to walk across a river just because it has an average depth of four feet.
—Martin Friedman

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Post #3152

In many ways, the ocean is the great equalizer. Egos diminish in the face of a forty knot wind and fifteen-foot waves.
—Dennis Conner

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Post #3151

I am a part of all that I have met.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Post #3150

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs a step at a time.
—Mark Twain

Sunday, November 06, 2022

Post #3149

Experience is a name everyone gives to their mistakes.
—Oscar Wilde

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Post #3148

A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it.
—Chinese Proverb

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Post #3147

Accustom yourself to that which you bear ill, and you will bear it well.
—Seneca

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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One From the Archives

Post #2151

Anything that costs you your peace is too expensive. —Unknown

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