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Showing posts with label truthfulness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label truthfulness. Show all posts

Friday, March 20, 2015

Post #1775

The more weakness the more falsehood; strength goes straight: every cannon ball that has in it hollows and holes goes crooked.
—Jean Paul Richter

Friday, November 23, 2012

Post #1119

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

Friday, June 15, 2012

Post #979

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.
—Friedrich Nietzsche

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Post #852

It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong.
—Voltaire

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Post #772

Defending the truth is not something one does out of a sense of duty or to allay guilt complexes, but is a reward in itself.
—Simone de Beauvoir

Friday, October 28, 2011

Post #753

Nobody is so miserable as he who longs to be somebody other than the person he is.
—Angelo Patri

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Post #635

Do not wish to be anything but what you are.
—Saint Francis de Sales

Monday, February 21, 2011

Post #507

The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Post #328

Veracity is the heart of morality.
—Thomas Henry Huxley

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Post #284

If you want to be thought a liar, always tell the truth.
—Logan Pearsall Smith

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Post #115

Some people handle the truth carelessly;
—Others never touch it at all.

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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

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