Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.
The world, indeed, is like a dream and the treasures of the world are an alluring mirage! Like the apparent distances in a picture, things have no reality in themselves, but they are like heat haze.
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to an admiring bog!
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.