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Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 03, 2021

Sunday, November 08, 2020

Post #3044

 Prize not thyself by what thou hast, but by what thou art; he that values a jewel by her golden frame, or a book by her silver clasps, or a man by his vast estate - errs.
—Francis Quarles

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Post #2478

Mammon is the largest slaveholder in the world.
—Frederic Saunders

Monday, June 05, 2017

Post #2351

If thou be rich, strive to command thy money, lest it command thee.
—Francis Quarles

Monday, August 15, 2016

Post #2141

Money is a bottomless sea, in which honor, conscience, and truth may be drowned.
―Eugene Arthur Kozlay

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Post #1882

Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul.
—Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Post #1717

But for money and the need of it, there would not be half the friendship in the world. It is powerful for good if divinely used. Give it plenty of air and it is sweet as the hawthorn; shut it up and it cankers and breeds worms.
—George MacDonald

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Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Post #1702

You ask credit
I no give
You get mad
I give credit
You no pay
I get mad
Better you get mad.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Post #1662

Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.
―Henrik Ibsen

Monday, May 02, 2011

Post #577

There are plenty of good five-cent cigars in the country. The trouble is they cost a quarter.  What the country really needs is a good five-cent nickle.
—Franklin P. Adams

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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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