Showing posts with label age. Show all posts
Showing posts with label age. Show all posts

Friday, March 22, 2019

Post #2790

There is nothing against which an old man should be so much upon his guard as putting himself to nurse.
—Samuel Johnson

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Post #2789

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb.
—Lord Byron

Friday, January 11, 2019

Post #2740

For my own part, I had rather be old only a short time than be old before I really am so.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Post #2489

We do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, November 13, 2017

Post #2446

Age bears away with it all things, even the powers of the mind.

Monday, March 06, 2017

Post #2286

The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse; always harder. A young liar will be an old one; and a young knave will only be a greater knave as he grows older.
—Lord Chesterfield

Monday, December 12, 2016

Post #2226

Every man desires to live long; but no man would be old.
—Jonathan Swift

Monday, January 11, 2016

Post #1986

A healthy old fellow, that is not a fool, is the happiest creature living.
—Sir Richard Steele

Friday, June 26, 2015

Post #1845

Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
—Francis Bacon

Monday, October 03, 2011

Post #729

Exercise and temperance can preserve something of our early strength even in old age.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Post #466

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.
—James Garfield

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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