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.]

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a
probability of such: it is an read more

Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a
probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man.

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.

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.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.

And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.

Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

Fame is vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.

Fame is vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.