Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Fame is a series of misunderstandings surrounding a name.
'Fame' exhausts me.
Fame is an interesting phenomenon.
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!
After becoming famous, I've realised how overrated fame is. It gets in the way of normal life.
Fame is a modern phenomenon caused by the explosion of media, where there's a zillion digital channels and snappers everywhere. It's so attainable, so people can have their Warhol 15 minutes of fame, and some are so aggressive.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Fame is a can of worms I haven't really had to contend with.
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.