Thinking, meditating, imagining are not anomalous acts – they are the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional exercise of that function, to treasure beyond price ancient and foreign thoughts, to recall with incredulous awe what some doctor universalis thought, is to confess our own languor, or our own barbarie. Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe that in the future he shall be.
In the past, ... when a bhikkhu was a forest dweller and spoke in praise of forest dwelling; ... when he was secluded and spoke in praise of solitude; when he was aloof from society and spoke in praise of aloofness from society; … the elder bhikkhus would invite him to a seat. ... Now it is the bhikkhu who is well known and famous ... that the elder bhikkhus invite to a seat. ... Then it occurs to the newly ordained bhikkhus: ‘It seems that when a bhikkhu is well known and famous, ... the elder bhikkhus invite him to a seat.’ ... They practise accordingly, and that leads to their harm and suffering for a long time.
Kate Bush, Profiles in Rock interview (December 1980).
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
I am not concerned that I have no place; I am concerned how I may fit myself for one. I am not concerned that I am not known; I seek to be worthy to be known.
“There is fame and there is infamy,” she said. “The impatient and the prideful are often driven to reach for the one and find that, in their haste, they have grabbed the other.”
All this fame and money, which have so thrilled me when they came to others, leave me cold when they come to me. I am not an ascetic, but I don't know what to do with them, and my daily life has never been so trying, and there is no one to fill it emotionally.
E. M. Forster, Selected Letters: Letter 251, to Florence Barger, 23 December 1924.
He doth raise his country's fame with his own And in the mouths of nations yet unborn His praises will be sung; Death comes to all, But great achievements build a monument Which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
Georg Fabricius, in praise of Georg Agricola in De Metallicis Rebus (1566); as translated by Herbert Clark Hoover and Lou Henry Hoover in the introduction to their 1912 translation of Agricola's De Re Metallica (1556); also quoted in prose form as "Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold".
If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd, 'Tis a thin web, which poysonous fancies make; But the great souldier's honour was compos'd Of thicker stuf, which would endure a shake. Wisdom picks friends; civility plays the rest; A toy shunn'd cleanly passeth with the best.
George Herbert, The Temple (1633), The Church Porch, Stanza 38.
Young Isaac had dreamed of fame. Young Isaac was an idiot.
Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable. Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else, – very rarely to those who say to themselves, "Go to, now, let us be a celebrated individual!"
There is a proud undying thought in man, That bids his soul still upward look To fame's proud cliff!
Sam Houston, "There is a proud undying thought in man", lines 1–3, in Donald Day and Harry H. Ullom, eds., The Autobiography of Sam Houston (1954), p. 56.
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I think that there is this idea that what you should go after is fame. That is a hugely mistaken idea because fame means absolutely nothing. This whole culture of wanting to become famous is on a hiding to nothing, a sign of a society that's lost its way and will only judge people as being valid if they're famous, which of course is all bull----. As Tom Stoppard said, the only thing that fame means is that more people know you than you know."
The cosmologist Fred Hoyle once warned Gell-Mann about the perils of fame. If you ever accomplish anything important in life, he said, the world will conspire to keep you from doing anything else again. Everyone wants you to give a speech, write an article, serve on a committee.
John Keats, "On Fame" (1819), in The Letters of John Keats, p. 329
It goes against the grain for me to do what so often happens, to speak inhumanly about the great as if a few millennia were an immense distance. I prefer to speak humanly about it, as if it happened yesterday, and let only the greatness itself be the distance.
Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling (1843), S. Walsh, trans. (2006), p. 28.
It is the veriest madness man In maddest mood can frame, To feed the earth with human gore, And then to call it fame.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (under the pen name Iole) Metrical Fragments - No. 1. Literary Gazette, 19th August 1826
Everyone watches you. Even when they’re pretending not to. Even when they aren’t watching you, you think they are. And you know what? You’re right. Eyes will find you. Becoming famous, this kind of fame: it’s luck indistinguishable from catastrophe.
Fame is not creativity, it’s the industrial disease of creativity.
Mike Myers, in the introduction to his memoir Canada (2016)
The courage to stand alone as if others didn't exist and think only of what you're doing. Not to get scared if people ignore you. You have to wait for years, have to die. Then after you're dead, if you're lucky, you become somebody.
Posthumous fame, book fame, nerd fame is not like the good kind of fame. It might last for centuries and let antique egg heads torture the young from the grave, but it just doesn't pay the bills.
Laura Penny, More Money Than Brains, Chapter Seven, If You're So Smart, Why Ain't You Rich?, p. 206 (2010).
Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told; And all who told it, added something new, And all who heard it, made Enlargements too, In ev'ry Ear it spread, on ev'ry Tongue it grew.
Alexander Pope, The Temple of Fame (1711), lines 469–72.
Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.
What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath. A thing beyond us, e'en before our death.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle IV, line 237.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind: Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733-34), Epistle IV, line 281.
Judas: Nazareth's most famous son Should have stayed a great unknown Like his father carving wood He'd have made good Table chairs and oaken chests Would have suited Jesus best He'd have caused nobody harm, no one alarm.
Erant quibus appetentior famæ videretur, quando etiam sapientibus cupido gloriæ novissima exuitur
Some might consider him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to the best of men longer than any other passion.
Tacitus, Historia, iv. 6; said of Helvidius Priscus.
Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that Fame is half-disfame.
In our overcrowded modern world a hit record, a best-selling book, a successful film, can reach more people in a week than Shakespeare or Beethoven reached in a whole lifetime. And so fame has become the most romantic, the most desirable of all commodities, the dream for which a modern Faust might sell his soul to the Devil. Once attained, fame is never as easy to hold on to as some people believe. The people who achieve fame by some accident of fashion are usually forgotten within a week; the ones who remain on top have to work to stay there. But few people understand this. The result is that anyone who achieves sudden notoriety arouses envy and hostility. The greater the success, the greater the reaction.
Colin Wilson, The Geller Phenomenon, p. 28 (1976).
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
Edward Young, Epistle to Mr. Pope (1730), Epistle I, line 27.
Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.
Edward Young, Love of Fame (1725-28), Satire I, line 129.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
Edward Young, Love of Fame (1725-28), Satire VII, line 175.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night VII, line 363.
One who seeks fame and thereby loses his real self is no gentleman.
Owes its origin to the establishment of the Pantheon (1791) as a receptacle for distinguished men.
Were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of obtaining it, and the danger of losing it when obtained, would be sufficient to deter a man from so vain a pursuit.
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
Lord Byron, Monody on the Death of Sheridan, line 68.
O Fame!—if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Lord Byron, Stanzas Written on the Road Between Florence and Pisa.
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man.
Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last part, but fame relates all, and often more than all.
The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of dead men.
William Hazlitt, Lectures on the English Poets, Lecture VIII.
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality. Away! to me—a woman—bring Sweet water from affection's spring.
Homer, The Iliad, Book IX, line 535. Pope's translation.
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
Homer, The Iliad, Book XI, line 394. Pope's translation.
The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
Homer, The Iliad, Book XII, line 393. Pope's translation.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
Homer, The Odyssey, Book IX, line 20. Pope's translation.
But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
Homer, The Odyssey, Book XI, line 591. Pope's translation.
Where's Cæsar gone now, in command high and able? Or Xerxes the splendid, complete in his table? Or Tully, with powers of eloquence ample? Or Aristotle, of genius the highest example?
Jacopone, De Contemptu Mundi. Translation by Abraham Coles.
Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise: it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it: feel it, and hate it in silence.
Mrs. Jameson, Memoirs and Essays, Washington Allston.
Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which is only known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds, can neither be increased nor diminished by any degree of wilfulness.
Mrs. Jameson, Memoirs and Essays, Washington Allston.
Miserum est aliorum incumbere famæ.
It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
Read but o'er the Stories Of men most fam'd for courage or for counsaile And you shall find that the desire of glory Was the last frailty wise men put of; Be they presidents.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Fame, if not double fac'd, is double mouth'd, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight.
"Des humeurs desraisonnables des hommes, il semble que les philosophes mesmes se desfacent plus tard et plus envy de cette cy que de nulle autre: c'est la plus revesche et opiniastre; quia etiam bene proficientes animos tentare non cessat."
Of the unreasoning humours of mankind it seems that (fame) is the one of which the philosophers themselves have disengaged themselves from last and with the most reluctance: it is the most intractable and obstinate; for [as St. Augustine says] it persists in tempting even minds nobly inclined."
Michel de Montaigne, Essays, Book I, Chapter XLI. Quoting the Latin from St. Augustine, De Civit. Dei. 5. 14.
I'll make thee glorious by my pen And famous by my sword.
To the quick brow Fame grudges her best wreath While the quick heart to enjoy it throbs beneath: On the dead forehead's sculptured marble shown, Lo, her choice crown—its flowers are also stone.
Who grasp'd at earthly fame, Grasped wind: nay, worse, a serpent grasped that through His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.
Robert Pollok, The Course of Time (1827), Book III, line 533.
All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.
Alexander Pope, Dunciad, Book III, line 158. Essay on Man, IV. 284.
Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it Fame.
Alexander Pope, Epilogue to Satire. Dialogue I, line 135.
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
Alexander Pope, Epistles of Horace, Epistle I, Book II, line 26.
And what is Fame? the Meanest have their Day, The Greatest can but blaze, and pass away.
Alexander Pope, First Book of Horace, Epistle VI, line 46.
Omnia post obitum fingit majora vetustas: Majus ab exsequiis nomen in ora venit.
Time magnifies everything after death; a man's fame is increased as it passes from mouth to mouth after his burial.
The highest greatness, surviving time and stone, is that which proceeds from the soul of man. Monarchs and cabinets, generals and admirals, with the pomp of court and the circumstance of war, in the lapse of time disappear from sight; but the pioneers of truth, though poor and lowly, especially those whose example elevates human nature, and teaches the rights of man, so that "a government of the people, by the people, for the people, may not perish from the earth;" such a harbinger can never be forgotten, and their renown spreads co-extensive with the cause they served so well.
Live for something! Do good and leave behind you a monument of virtue that the storm of time can never destroy. Write your name in kindness, love, and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with, year by year, and you will never be forgotten. Your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind, as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven.
How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten.