Showing posts with label problems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label problems. Show all posts

Monday, June 29, 2015

Post #1846

Don't let nothin' get you plumb down.
—Woody Guthrie 

Thursday, May 09, 2013

Post #1250

The first step in solving a problem is to tell someone about it.
—John Peter Flynn

Friday, March 15, 2013

Post #1211

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
—Ann Landers

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Post #1099

Drag your thoughts away from your troubles - by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it. It's the healthiest thing a body can do.
—Mark Twain

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Post #956

He shall fare well who confronts circumstances aright.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Post #809

Life affords no higher pleasure than that of surmounting difficulties.
—Samuel Johnson

Friday, May 20, 2011

Post #595

See how time makes all grief decay.
—Adelaide Proctor

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Post #559

Who bides his time tastes the sweet
Of honey in the saltiest tear;
And though he fares with slowest feet
Joy runs to meet him drawing near.
—James Whitcomb Riley

Monday, February 07, 2011

Post #493

The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.
—Bernard M. Baruch

Friday, August 13, 2010

Post #315

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Natures peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.  The winds will blow their freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
—John Muir

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Post #121

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
—Shakespeare, 'The Winter's Tale'

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Post #98

The cure for anything is saltwater - sweat, tears, or the sea.
—Isak Dinesen

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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It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations. Bartlett's Familiar Quotations is an admirable work, and I studied...



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