Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Sunday, December 25, 2022

Post #3156

You know what the three most exciting sounds in the world are? Anchor chains, plane motors & train whistles.
—George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Post #3124

Dream dreams, then write them aye, but live them first.
—Samuel Eliot Morison

Sunday, May 08, 2022

Post #3123

Make voyages!—Attempt them!—there's nothing else!
—Tennessee Williams

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Post #2722

The dust is old upon my sandal-shoon, and still I am a pilgrim.
— N. P. Willis

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Post #2502

A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Post #2406

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
—Samuel Johnson

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Post #1583

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.
―Charles Dickens

Friday, June 06, 2014

Post #1567

We love old travelers; we love to hear them prate, drivel, and lie; we love them for their asinine vanity, their ability to bore, their luxuriant fertility of imagination, their startling, brilliant, overwhelming mendacity.
—Mark Twain

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Post #876

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
—Mark Twain

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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