Showing posts with label pride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pride. Show all posts

Sunday, May 07, 2023

Post #3175

The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.
—Norman Vincent Peale

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Post #3068

People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.
—Oliver Goldsmith

Monday, August 13, 2018

Post #2631

Pride eradicates all vices but itself.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, April 23, 2018

Post #2561

Pride is a vice, which pride itself Inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook In himself.
—Samuel Johnson

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Post #2462

As Plato entertained some friends in a room where there was a couch richly ornamented, Diogenes came in very dirty, as usual, and getting upon the couch, and trampling on it, said, "I trample upon the pride of Plato."Plato mildly answered, "But with greater pride, Diogenes!"

Monday, January 09, 2017

Post #2246

Pride is both a virtue and a vice.
—Theodore Parker

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Post #2233

In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.
—John Ruskin

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Post #2098

What avails your wealth, if it makes you arrogant to the poor?
—Arabic Proverb

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Post #1754

Pride requires very costly food—its keeper's happiness.
—Charles Caleb Colton

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Post #334

Pride had rather go out of the way than go behind.

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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Post #317

People ought to be one of two things, young or old. No; what's the use of fooling? People ought to be one of two things, young or dead. ...



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