No record of her high descent
There needs, nor memory of her name;
Enough that Raphael's colors blent
To give her features deathless fame.
If you will observe, it does n't take
A man of giant mould to make
A giant shadow on the wall;
And he who in our daily sight
Seems but a figure mean and small,
Outlined in Fame's illusive light,
May stalk, a silhouette sublime,
Across the canvas of his time.
I won a noble fame;
But with a sudden frown,
The people snatched my crown,
And, in the mire, trod down
My lofty name.
"What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay--
Even this shall pass away."
Love must kiss that mortal's eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
No gold can buy you entrance there;
But beggared Love may go all bare--
No wisdom won with weariness;
But Love goes in with Folly's dress--
No fame that wit could ever win;
But only Love may lead Love in.
Ah woe is me, through all my days
Wisdom and wealth I both have got,
And fame and name and great men's praise;
But Love, ah! Love I have it not.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!
On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.
Some might consider him as too fond of fame; for the desire of glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
All is ephemeral,--fame and the famous as well.
My name in the sky burning for ever, fame fixed by fate never to die
Do not desire to follow fame, that foolish fire.
Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls.
Don't confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.
When Alexander the Great visited Diogenes and asked whether he could do anything for the famed teacher, Diogenes replied: 'Only stand out of my light.' Perhaps some day we shall know how to heighten creativity. Until then, one of the best things we can do for creative men and women is to stand out of their light.
The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.
The Mischievous Dog A dog used to run up quietly to the heels of everyone he met, and to bite them without notice. His master suspended a bell about his neck so that the Dog might give notice of his presence wherever he went. Thinking it a mark of distinction, the Dog grew proud of his bell and went tinkling it all over the marketplace. One day an old hound said to him: Why do you make such an exhibition of yourself? That bell that you carry is not, believe me, any order of merit, but on the contrary a mark of disgrace, a public notice to all men to avoid you as an ill mannered dog. Notoriety is often mistaken for fame.
He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.