The fact that people do not understand and respect the very best things, such as Mozart’s concertos, is what permits men like us to become famous.
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame – to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
Fame you get accustomed to, but if it ever takes possession of you, then quite clearly you’re in dead trouble.
Fame and rest are utter opposites.
The desire for fame is the last weakness wise men put off.
The desire for glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.
Heroes must see to their own fame. No one else will.
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch than to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
In fame’s temple there is always to be found a niche for rich dunces, importunate scoundrels, or successful butchers of the human race.
Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.