Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

Fame has also this great drawback, that if we pursue it we must direct our lives in such a way as to please the fancy of men, avoiding what they dislike and seeking what is pleasing to them.

A plague on eminence! I hardly dare cross the street any more without a convoy, and I am stared at wherever I go like an idiot member of a royal family or an animal in a zoo; and zoo animals have been known to die from stares.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

There is no faster way of destroying a man, or mocking his ideas, than making him fashionable.

He who seeks fame by the practice of virtue asks only for what he deserves.

If you wish to obtain a great name or to found an establishment, be completely mad; but be sure that your madness corresponds with the turn and temper of your age.