The fame that goes with wealth and beauty is fleeting and fragile; intellectual superiority is a possession glorious and eternal.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
Fame is damaging when people become reliant on it for their sense of self, and their identity, when fame is linked to how you see yourself.
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 ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.
Fame is something that is bestowed upon you because of success. Success is something you have to chase.
Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; riches take wings; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.