Even the best things are not equal to their fame.
In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident.
Fame is not just. She never finely or discriminatingly praises, but coarsely hurrahs.
The stars are the apexes of what triangles!
Fame itself is but an epitaph; as late, as false, as true.