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Sunday, January 03, 2021

Post #3053

It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself.
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Post #3052

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Post #3051

It's a great thing to have a lady aboard with clean habits. It sets the man a good example. A man alone, he gets to living like a hog.
—Humphrey Bogart/Charlie Allnut (from The African Queen)

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Wednesday, December 23, 2020

"One Horse Pony"

I'm a one horse pony my name is Joe
God surely loves me because he knows I'm slow
My wife's a "Doctor" but she don't know
Can anyone show me which way to go

Joe! the swamp you seek is just ahead
We all know you're not much well read
Why don't you go on back to bed
And let that just be said.
—holden klass

AND REMEMBER FOLKS

"our darkest days are ahead of us, not behind us."—Joe Biden

ain't that the goddamn truth!

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Sunday, December 20, 2020

Post #3050

Knowledge in music is in the thinking and not in memorising.
—H.E. Holt

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Post #3049

There is no place where weeds do not grow and there is no heart where errors are not to be found.
—Anonymous

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Sunday, December 06, 2020

Post #3048

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart.
—George Herbert


Sunday, November 29, 2020

Post #3047

Do not let us lie at all. Do not think of one falsity as harmless, and another as slight, and another as unintended.
—John Ruskin

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Sunday, November 22, 2020

Post #3046

He that is good for making excuses, is seldom good for anything else.
—Benjamin Franklin

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Sunday, November 15, 2020

Post #3045

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
Atlantic City (written by Bruce Springsteen performed by The Band)


Sunday, November 08, 2020

Post #3044

 Prize not thyself by what thou hast, but by what thou art; he that values a jewel by her golden frame, or a book by her silver clasps, or a man by his vast estate - errs.
—Francis Quarles

Sunday, November 01, 2020

Post #3043

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
—Chief Tecumseh

Sunday, October 25, 2020

Post #3042

Not everyone is meant to be in your future. Some people are just passing through to teach you lessons in life.
—Anonymous

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Post #3041

Without friends the world is but a wilderness.
—Sir Francis Bacon

Sunday, October 11, 2020

Post #3040

Gratitude is a duty none can be excused from, because it is always at our own disposal.
Pierre Charron

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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

A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.

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