Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
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- Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
- Men’s fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.
- Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
- Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.
- 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.
- Throughout my life, I have seen narrow-shouldered men, without a single exception, committing innumerable stupid acts, brutalizing their fellows and perverting souls by all means. They call the motive for their actions fame.