Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Monday, September 25, 2017

Post #2411

Grant but memory to us, and we can lose nothing by death.
—John Greenleaf Whittier

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Post #2142

Memory is what makes us young or old.
—Alfred de Musset

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Post #1617

No canvas absorbs color like memory.
—Robert Aris Willmott

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Post #1442

Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine from age to age unnumbered treasures shine.
—Samuel Rogers

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Post #1233

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
—Philip Dormer Stanhope, Earl of Chesterfield

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Post #1039

God gave us memory so we might have roses in December.
—Sir James M. Barrie

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Post #983

It isn't so astonishing, the number of things that I can remember, as the number of things I can remember that aren't so.
—Mark Twain

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Post #827

Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
—Ben Jonson

Monday, September 13, 2010

Post #346

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.
—Thomas Fuller

Monday, October 01, 2007

Post #27

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

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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