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Showing posts with label ourselves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ourselves. Show all posts

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Post #2584

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
—Buddha

Thursday, January 09, 2014

Post #1454

To be capable of embarrassment is the beginning of moral consciousness. Honor grows from qualms.
—John Leonard

Friday, July 19, 2013

Post #1300

One's own self is well hidden from one's own self; of all mines of treasure, ones own is the last to be dug up.
—Friedrich Nietzsche

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Post #1278

If you live as nature bids you, you will never be poor; if to obtain the good report of men, you will never be rich.
—Seneca

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Post #1274

If you wish for anything good, seek it from yourself.
—Arrian

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Post #1254

To be German means to carry on a matter for its own sake.
—Richard Wagner

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Post #1221

Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
—Robert Walpole

Monday, December 10, 2012

Post #1133

All is disgust when one leaves his own nature and does things that mis-fit it.
—Sophocles

Monday, October 15, 2012

Post #1086

I don't Know who my grandfather was. I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.
—Abraham Lincoln

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Post #965

Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God, and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of; a blessing that money cannot buy.
—Izaak Walton

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

Post #902

It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
—Theodore Roosevelt

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Post #894

The self is not something that one finds. It is something one creates.
—Thomas Szasz

Friday, March 16, 2012

Post #893

You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge one for yourself.
—James A. Froude

Sunday, March 04, 2012

Post #881

Think of the totality of all Being, and what a mite of it is yours; think of all Time, and the brief fleeting instant of it that is allotted to yourself; think of Destiny, and how puny a part of it you are.
—Marcus Aurelius

Friday, December 09, 2011

Post #795

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
—Albert Schweitzer

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Friday, October 28, 2011

Post #753

Nobody is so miserable as he who longs to be somebody other than the person he is.
—Angelo Patri

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Post #727

A man is rich in proportion to the things he can afford to let alone.
—Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Post #721

Old age is the most unexpected of all things that happen to a man.
—Leon Trotsky

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Post #662

Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
—Jean Cocteau

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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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