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.

And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.

And what after all is everlasting fame? Altogether vanity.

The highest form of vanity is love of fame.

The highest form of vanity is love of fame.

A niche in the temple of Fame.

A niche in the temple of Fame.

The lust of fame is the last that a wise man shakes off.

The lust of fame is the last that a wise man shakes off.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.

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.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.