Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trust. Show all posts

Monday, October 16, 2017

Post #2426

Let every eye negotiate for itself, and trust no agent.
—William Shakespeare

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Post #2353

Many a man will give another man a letter of recommendation, though he would hardly lend the applicant a dollar.

Friday, March 06, 2015

Post #1765

Truth from the mouth of an honest man, or severity from a good-natured one, has a double effect.
—William Hazlitt

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Post #1529

Expect nothing from him who promises a great deal.
—Jean Veneroni

Friday, August 23, 2013

Post #1325

There is no safety in regaining the favor of an enemy.
—Publilius Syrus

Monday, March 25, 2013

Post #1217

Nothing in man is more serious than his sense of humor; it is a sign that he wants all the truth.
—Mark Van Doren

Friday, January 25, 2013

Post #1173

Trust is the highest form of human motivation.
—Stephen Covey

Friday, November 23, 2012

Post #1119

He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander.
Napoleon Bonaparte

Friday, February 03, 2012

Post #851

I know God will not give me anything I cannot handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
—Mother Teresa

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Post #848

When a man tells me he's going to put all his cards on the table, I always look up his sleeve.
—Lord Leslie Hore-Belisha

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Post #256

The ear is a less trustworthy witness than the eye.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Post #136

If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.
—Francis Bacon

Monday, December 28, 2009

Post #88

By trust I lost money, and by distrust I saved it.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Post #62

A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
—Mark Twain

Friday, September 25, 2009

Post #36

Beware the flatterer; he feeds you with an empty spoon.
—Cosino DeGregrio

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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One From the Archives

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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