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Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2017

Post #2475

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
—William Shakespeare

Monday, February 06, 2017

Post #2266

The first ingredient in conversation is truth, the next good sense, the third good humor, and the fourth wit.
—Sir William Temple

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Post #1993

In private conversation between intimate friends, the wisest men very often talk like the weakest; for indeed the talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud. 
—Joseph Addison 

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Friday, November 13, 2015

Post #1945

In conversation, humor is more than wit, easiness more than knowledge ; few desire to learn, or think they need it; all desire to be pleased, or, if not, to be easy.
—Sir William Temple

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Post #1888

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.
—William Shakespeare

Monday, June 15, 2015

Post #1836

I would establish but one general rule to be observed in all conversation, which is this, "that men should not talk to please themselves but those that hear them."
—Sir Richard Steele

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Post #481

After all, the only proper intoxication is conversation.
—Oscar Wilde

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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

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