Sunday, October 17, 2021

Post #3094

The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so.
—Quintus Ennius

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Post #3093

When government fears the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny.
—Thomas Jefferson

Sunday, October 03, 2021

Post #3092 on money

Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can.
— John Wesley

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Gal Named Sally

There once was a gal named Sally
Her hair was too long to tally
One night on a date
She snagged the gate
And from peak she sank to valley.
—holden klass

Sunday, September 26, 2021

Post #3091

Wealth is nothing in itself; it is not useful but when it departs from us.
—Samuel Johnson

Sunday, September 19, 2021

Post #3090

Success is a series of glorious defeats.
—Mahatma Gandhi

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Post #3089

Discipline is learnt in the school of adversity.
—Mahatma Gandhi

Thursday, September 09, 2021

EMS - a limerick

There once was a gal named Ems
A woman not known for whims
And in no small part
She'd broken my heart
But so kindly spared my limbs.
—holden klass

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


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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