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Sunday, December 03, 2023

Post #3206

Oh if a man tried
To take his time on Earth
And prove before he died
What one man's life could be worth
I wonder what would happen
to this world.
—Harry Chapin

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Post #3059

Educated persons should share their thoughts with the uneducated, and take also a certain part in their labours.
—John Ruskin

Sunday, January 10, 2021

Post #3054

Make yourself necessary to the world, and mankind will give you bread.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Post #1817

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.
—Charles Dickens

Friday, March 13, 2015

Post #1770

Be thou generous, and gentle, and forgiving; as God hath scattered upon thee, scatter thou upon others.
—Sa'di

Monday, November 10, 2014

Post #1681

Readers may be divided into four classes:

  1. Sponges, who absorb all that they read and return it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtied. 
  2. Sand-glasses, who retain nothing and are content to get through a book for the sake of getting through the time. 
  3. Strain-bags, who retain merely the dregs of what they read. 
  4. Mogul diamonds, equally rare and valuable, who profit by what they read, and enable others to profit by it also. 
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friday, February 21, 2014

Post #1485

Of riches it is not necessary to write the praise. Let it, however, be remembered that he who has money to spare has it always in his power to benefit others, and of such powers a good man must always be desirous.
—Samuel Johnson

Monday, November 12, 2012

Post #1109

If you would thoroughly know anything, teach it to others.
—Tryon Edwards

Friday, March 09, 2012

Post #886

The day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.
—Charles Dickens

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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