Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Fame is like a big piece of meringue - it's beautiful, and you keep eating it, but it doesn't really fill you up.
Fame is a can of worms I haven't really had to contend with.
Fame is like a shaved pig with a greased tail, and it is only after it has slipped through the hands of some thousands, that some fellow, by mere chance, holds on to it!
'Fame' exhausts me.
Fame is an interesting phenomenon.
Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.
Fame is a problem of perspective.
Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all.
Fame is a series of misunderstandings surrounding a name.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.