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Showing posts with label individuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label individuality. Show all posts

Sunday, March 07, 2021

Post #3062

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.
—Margaret Mead

Friday, May 04, 2018

Post #2570

Individuals not stations ornament society.
—William Ewart Gladstone

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Post #2559

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever-what thou art.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Post #1293

Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.
—José Ortega y Gasset

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Post #1050

Ah, good taste, what a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
—Pablo Picasso

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Post #863

Once in a while it really hits people that they don't have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.
—Alan Keightley

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Post #778

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Post #605

I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives, to give you at once the key to that treasure chamber every gem of which has cost me tears and struggles and prayers, but you must work for these inward treasures yourselves.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Post #411

Remember always that you have not only the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.
—Eleanor Roosevelt

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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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