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Showing posts with label honesty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label honesty. Show all posts

Sunday, January 07, 2024

Post #3211

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech to stir men's blood. I only speak right on.
—William Shakespeare

Sunday, September 03, 2023

Post #3192

Always do what is right. It will gratify half of mankind and astound the other.
― Mark Twain

Monday, September 23, 2019

Post #2921

Never apologize for showing feeling. My friend, remember that when you do so, you apologize for truth.
—Benjamin Disraeli

Friday, September 20, 2019

Post #2920

The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.
—John Lyly

Friday, September 30, 2016

Post #2175

An honest man is believed without an oath, for his reputation swears for him.
—Eliza Cook

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Post #2174

He who stands high is seen from afar.
—From the Danish

Monday, August 17, 2015

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Post #1844

I hope I shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain, what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an "honest man." 
— George Washington

Friday, March 20, 2015

Post #1775

The more weakness the more falsehood; strength goes straight: every cannon ball that has in it hollows and holes goes crooked.
—Jean Paul Richter

Friday, March 06, 2015

Post #1765

Truth from the mouth of an honest man, or severity from a good-natured one, has a double effect.
—William Hazlitt

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Post #1704

The Guy in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn’t your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He’s the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear up to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and “chisel” a plum,
And think you’re a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the guy in the glass.
Dale Wimbrow

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Post #1457

Money dishonestly acquired is never worth its cost, while a good conscience never costs as much as it is worth.
—J. Petit-Senn

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Post #1358

Honesty is a warrant of far more safety than fame.
—Owen Feltham

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Friday, August 30, 2013

Post #1330

No man should so act as to make a gain out of the ignorance of another.
—Cicero

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Post #1012

Without freedom to criticize, there is no true praise.
—Pierre Beaumarchais

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Post #1004

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms, you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
—Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Friday, June 15, 2012

Post #979

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.
—Friedrich Nietzsche

Monday, January 09, 2012

Post #826

Of all feats of skill, the most difficult is that of being honest.
—Comtesse Diane

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Post #485

Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom.
—Thomas Jefferson

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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

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