The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
The highest form of vanity is love of fame.
Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
Fame can take interesting men and thrust mediocrity upon them.
Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.
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 the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.
Of all the Beauties, it is that which attracts the most lasting Admiration, gives the greatest Charm to every thing we say or do, and renders us amiable in every Station, and thro' every Stage of Life.
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
I find fame to be quite unnatural. Humans are not built for extreme adoration.