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Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names.
In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names.
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do read more
I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
Fame: an embalmer trembling with stage fright.
Fame: an embalmer trembling with stage fright.
A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to read more
A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognised.
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately
at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts read more
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind,
that in the same direction lasts not long.
[It., Non e il mondam romore alro che un fiato
Di vento, che vien quinci et or vien quindi,
E muta nome, perche muta lato.]
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some read more
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
