Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label youth. Show all posts

Sunday, June 12, 2022

Post #3128

During the first period of a man's life the greatest danger is not to take the risk.
—Søren Kierkegaard

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Post #3038

 As I watch this generation try to rewrite our history, two things I’m sure will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Post #2738

Wine and youth are fire upon fire.
—Henry Fielding

Tuesday, January 08, 2019

Post #2737

In youth we learn : in age we understand.
—Marie Ebner-Eschenbach

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Post #2554

Young men think old men fools, and old men know young men to be so.
—Quoted by Camden as a saying "of one Dr, Metcalf"

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Post #2469

I resemble the poplar,—that tree which, even when old, still looks young.
—Joseph Joubert

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Post #2449

Who can blame me if I cherish the belief that the world is still young,—that there are great possibilities in store for it?
—John Tyndall 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Post #2339

 Youth is not the era of wisdom ; let us therefore have due consideration.
—Antoine Rivarol

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Post #2212

Youth is not like a new garment which we can keep fresh and fair by wearing sparingly. Youth, while we have it, we must wear daily: and it will fast wear away.
—John Foster

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Post #2019

I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
Through many a weary way;
But never, never can forget
The love of life's young day.
—William Motherwell

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Post #1974

What we sow in youth we reap in age; the seed of the thistle always produces the thistle.
—J.T. Fields

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Post #1667

Frustrations and denials which seem to youth cruel and unfair often are important equipment for life.
—Bruce Barton

Monday, June 02, 2014

Post #1563

What is youth? —dancing billow,
Winds behind, and rocks before.
—William Wordsworth

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Post #1482

All of us who are worth anything spend our manhood in unlearning the follies or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
 —Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Post #1255

Live long as you may, the first twenty years of your life are the longest half of your life.
—Robert Southey

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Post #1118

I promise to keep on living as though I expected to live forever. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.
Douglas MacArthur

Monday, September 19, 2011

Post #715

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more - the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort - to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires - and expires, too soon, too soon - before life itself.
—Joseph Conrad

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Post #711

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different, because I was important in the life of a boy.
—Forest E. Witcraft

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Post #585

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.  But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
—Mark Twain

Friday, September 03, 2010

Post #336

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as - fail.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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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