Sunday, September 05, 2021

Post #3088

A man is really alive only when he is moving forward to something more.
—Winfred Rhoades

Sunday, August 29, 2021

Post #3087

It is neither wealth nor splendor, but tranquility and occupation, which give happiness.
—Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, August 22, 2021

Post #3086

Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards.
—Vernon Law

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Sunday, August 15, 2021

Post #3085

Good habits are worth being fanatical about.
—John Irving

Sunday, August 08, 2021

Thursday, August 05, 2021

Heather the UPSer

There once was a girl named Heather
Who labored in all kinds of weather
In her big old brown truck
Sporting a smile for luck
Found no parcels light as a feather.
—holden klass


Sunday, August 01, 2021

Post #3083

The excessive increase of anything causes a reaction in the opposite direction.
―Plato

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Post #3082

I am very thankful to old age, which has increased my eager desire for conversation.
—Cicero

Sunday, July 18, 2021

Post #3081

Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop.
—Lewis Carroll

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

There once was a girl from Purdue

There once was a girl from Purdue
Not far from the Tippecanoe
In search of her Wow!
She followed a cow
Back home to a farmer named Stu.
—holden klass

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Post #3080

All the breaks you need in life wait within your imagination, Imagination is the workshop of your mind, capable of turning mind energy into accomplishment and wealth.
—Napoleon Hill

Sunday, July 04, 2021

Post #3079

Invention is the talent of youth as judgment is of age.
—Jonathan Swift

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Post #3078

The wiser and mightier a master is, the more spontaneously is carried out his work and the simpler it is.
—Meister Eckehart

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Post #3077

No great genius has ever been without some madness.
—Aristotle

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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