Showing posts with label wasting time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wasting time. Show all posts

Sunday, January 24, 2021

Post #3056

I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
—William Shakespeare (Richard II)

Thursday, February 04, 2016

Post #2004

As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every minute of time; and as it would be great folly to shoe horses (as Nero did) with gold, so it is to spend time in trifles.
—Mason

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Post #1787

Time wasted is existence: used, is life.
—Edward Young

Friday, March 22, 2013

Post #1216

It is better to do the most trifling thing in the world than to regard half an hour as trifle.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Monday, March 04, 2013

Post #1202

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Post #1120

If time be of all things most precious, wasting time must be the greatest prodigality, since lost time can never be found again.
—Benjamin Franklin

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Post #992

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time; for that's the stuff life is made of.
—Benjamin Franklin

Monday, April 23, 2012

Post #930

No person will have occasion to complain of the want of time who never loses any.
—Thomas Jefferson

Monday, January 16, 2012

Post #833

If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine.
—Morris West

Monday, August 29, 2011

Post #695

Ah simple man!
When a boy two precious jewels were given thee,
Time and good advice;
One thou hast lost, and the other thrown away.
—Benjamin Franklin

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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