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Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

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

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Post #2742

He enjoys much, who is thankful for little; a grateful mind is both a great and a happy mind.
—William Seeker

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Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Post #2487

No metaphysician ever felt the deficiency of language so much as the grateful.
—Charles Caleb Colton

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Thursday, August 04, 2016

Post #2134

Gratitude is a duty which ought to be paid, but which none have a right to expect.
—Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Monday, February 15, 2016

Post #2011

Wherever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
—Alexander Pope

Monday, October 27, 2014

Post #1671

A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
—Ben Jonson

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Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Post #1633

He who receives a favour must retain a recollection of it for all time to come; but he who confers should at once forget it, if he is not to show a sordid and ungenerous spirit. To remind a man of a kindness conferred on him, and to talk of it, is little different from a reproach.
—Demosthenes

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Post #1324

And though I ebb in worth, I'll flow in thanks.
—John Taylor

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Post #1156

Appreciation is like an insurance policy. It has to be renewed every now and then.
—Dave McIntyre

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Post #934

Gratitude is the most exquisite form of courtesy.
—Jacques Maritain

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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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