Sunday, November 15, 2020

Post #3045

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
Atlantic City (written by Bruce Springsteen performed by The Band)

Sunday, November 08, 2020

Post #3044

 Prize not thyself by what thou hast, but by what thou art; he that values a jewel by her golden frame, or a book by her silver clasps, or a man by his vast estate - errs.
—Francis Quarles

Sunday, November 01, 2020

Post #3043

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
—Chief Tecumseh

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Post #3042

 Not everyone is meant to be in your future. Some people are just passing through to teach you lessons in life.

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Post #3041

Without friends the world is but a wilderness.
—Sir Francis Bacon

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Post #3040

Gratitude is a duty none can be excused from, because it is always at our own disposal.
Pierre Charron

Sunday, October 04, 2020

Post #3039

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.
—J. Petit-Senn

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Post #3038

 As I watch this generation try to rewrite our history, two things I’m sure will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Post #3037

The meanest and most contemptible kind of praise is that which first speaks well of a man and then qualifies it with a but.
—Henry Ward Beecher

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Post #3036

I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions.
—Stephen Covey

Sunday, September 06, 2020

Post #3035

 Of all the ills by which mankind are cursed, their own bad tempers are the worst.
—Richard Cumberland

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Post #3034

There is but one virtue — the eternal sacrifice of self.
 —George Sand

Sunday, August 23, 2020

Post #3033

How can we expect another to keep our secret if we cannot keep it ourselves.
—Fran├žois de La Rochefoucauld

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Post #3032

In every action reflect upon the end ; and in your undertaking it, consider why you do it.
—Jeremy Taylor

Sunday, August 09, 2020

Post #3031

Knowledge without practice is like a glass eye, all for show, and nothing for use. 
—George Swinnock

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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Post #1641

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