Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Sunday, May 26, 2024

Post #3231

...some of it's magic some of it's tragic but I had a good life  all the way.
―Jimmy Buffett (He went to Paris)

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Post #3181

I'm just a passenger on this old freight train.
—Neil Young (Boxcar)

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Post #3160

Life is a long lesson in humility.
—Sir James M. Barrie

Sunday, October 09, 2022

Post #3145

Learn to say no. It will be of more use to you than to be able to read Latin.
—Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Sunday, July 31, 2022

Post #3135

We live, not as we wish to, but as we can.
—Menander

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Post #3129

There is no more fatal blunder than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.
―Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, May 29, 2022

Post #3126

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
—William Wordsworth

Sunday, May 09, 2021

Post #3071

Keep out of ruts; a rut is something which if traveled in too much, becomes a ditch.
—Arthur Guiterman

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Post #3052

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

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, July 26, 2020

Sunday, June 07, 2020

Post #3022

The life of man is a journey ; a journey that must be travelled, however bad the roads or the accommodation.
—Oliver Goldsmith

Friday, October 25, 2019

Post #2945

A great interpreter of life ought not himself to need interpretation.
—John Morely

Monday, February 11, 2019

Post #2761

Después de los cuarenta años la verdadera cara la tenemos en la nuca, mirando desesperadamente para atrás. (After forty years, the real face is on the back of the neck, looking desperately back.)
—Julio Cortázar

Friday, November 16, 2018

Post #2700

Life, however short, is made still shorter by waste of time.
—Samuel Johnson

Friday, May 26, 2017

Post #2345

The life of man is the incessant walk of time wherein every moment is a step towards death. Even our growing to perfection is a progress to decay. Every thought we have is a sand running out of the glass of life.
—Owen Feltham

Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Post #2327

Life will always be, to a large extent, what we ourselves make it. Each mind makes its own little world. The cheerful mind makes it pleasant, and the discontented mind makes it miserable. "My mind to me a kingdom is" applies alike to the peasant as to the monarch.
—Samuel Smiles

Friday, April 21, 2017

Post #2320

Life is rather a state of embryo, a preparation for life; a man is not completely born till he has passed through death.
—Benjamin Franklin

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Post #2169

This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.
—Seneca

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Post #2168

Human life is everywhere a state in which much is to be endured, and little to be enjoyed.
—Samuel Johnson

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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