Sunday, December 04, 2022

Post #3153

Never try to walk across a river just because it has an average depth of four feet.
—Martin Friedman

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Post #3152

In many ways, the ocean is the great equalizer. Egos diminish in the face of a forty knot wind and fifteen-foot waves.
—Dennis Conner

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Post #3151

I am a part of all that I have met.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Post #3150

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs a step at a time.
—Mark Twain

Sunday, November 06, 2022

Post #3149

Experience is a name everyone gives to their mistakes.
—Oscar Wilde

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Post #3148

A wise man adapts himself to circumstances, as water shapes itself to the vessel that contains it.
—Chinese Proverb

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Post #3147

Accustom yourself to that which you bear ill, and you will bear it well.

Sunday, October 16, 2022

Post #3146

Experience, that excellent master, has taught me many things.
—Pliny, the Elder

Sunday, October 09, 2022

Post #3145

Learn to say no. It will be of more use to you than to be able to read Latin.
—Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Sunday, October 02, 2022

Post #3144

The wise man alone is free, and every fool is a slave.
—Stoic Maxim

Sunday, September 25, 2022

Post #3143

The wise man does at once what the fool does finally.
—Niccolò Machiavelli

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Post #3142

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
—William Shakespeare

Sunday, September 11, 2022

Post #3141

Rust of the mind is the blight of abilities.

Sunday, September 04, 2022

Post #3140

The truth is bitter and disagreeable to fools ; but falsehood is sweet and acceptable.

Sunday, August 28, 2022

Post #3139

May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better, as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
—Walter Pope, M.D. (from The Old Man's Wish)

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 #2151

Anything that costs you your peace is too expensive. —Unknown



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