Showing posts with label prudence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prudence. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Post #2639

Dine on little, and sup on less.
—Miguel de Cervantes

Monday, March 26, 2018

Post #2541

Men are born with two eyes, but with one tongue, in order that they should see twice as much as they say.
—Charles Caleb Colton

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Post #2363

He that will not economize may some day have to agonize.
—Confucius

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Post #2239

Prudence, like experience, must be paid for.
—Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Friday, September 18, 2015

Post #1905

The richest endowments of the mind are temperance, prudence, and fortitude. Prudence is a universal virtue, which enters into the composition of all the rest; and where she is not, fortitude loses its name and nature.
—Voltaire

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Post #1773

Circumspection in calamity; mercy in greatness; good speeches in assemblies; fortitude in adversity: these are the self-attained perfections of great souls.
—Hitopadeśa

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Post #1732

Prudence is not only the first in rank of the virtues political and moral, but she is the director and regulator, the standard of them all.
—Edmund Burke

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.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Post #1351

That should be long considered which can be decided but once.
—Publilius Syrus

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Post #1273

Creditors are a superstitious set, great observers of set days and times.
—Benjamin Franklin

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Post #691

Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry.
—Valentine Blacker

Friday, April 08, 2011

Post #553

Prudence which degenerates into timidity is very seldom the path to safety.
—Viscount Cecil

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Post #480

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear.
—Randolph Bourne

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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