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

Friday, July 04, 2014

Post #1590

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
—Joseph Addison

Friday, June 27, 2014

Post #1585

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
—Emile Zola

Monday, May 19, 2014

Post #1551

In war, steel is a better metal than gold ; in life, wisdom excels wealth.
—Socrates

Monday, April 28, 2014

Post #1535

We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts not breaths ; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs ; he most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. 
—P. J. Bailey

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Post #1497

Though we seem grieved at the shortness of life in general, we are wishing every period of it at an end. The minor longs to be at age, then to be a man of business, then to make up an estate, then to arrive at honors, then to retire.
—Joseph Addison

Friday, December 20, 2013

Post #1440

They who are most weary of life, and yet are most unwilling to die, are such who have lived to no purpose,—who have rather breathed than lived.
—Lord Clarendon

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Post #1416

Life is a mission. Every other description of life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim.
—Giuseppe Mazzini

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Post #1383

Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment uncertain, and judgement difficult.
—Hippocrates

Sunday, September 08, 2013

Post #1337

No man can promise himself even fifty years of life, but any man may if he please, live in the proportion of fifty years in forty: let him rise early, that he may have the day before him; and let him make the most of the day, by determining to spend it on two sorts of acquaintance only; those by whom something may be got, and those from whom something may be learnt.
—Charles Caleb Colton

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Post #1298

There are moments when everything goes well; don't be frightened, it won't last.
—Jules Renard

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Post #1278

If you live as nature bids you, you will never be poor; if to obtain the good report of men, you will never be rich.
—Seneca

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Post #1147

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward, to reset oneself by an inner compass.
—May Sarton

Monday, December 24, 2012

Post #1145

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
—Annie Dillard

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Post #1054

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind. For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!
—Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Post #1005

Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.
—from "Heat" (film).

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Post #992

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time; for that's the stuff life is made of.
—Benjamin Franklin

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Post #990

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
—Philip Larkin

Friday, June 22, 2012

Post #985

There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking.
—Alfred Korzybski

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Post #978

There is more to life than increasing its speed.
—Mahatma Gandhi

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Post #970

To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.
—Robert M. Pirsig

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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