Fame is not really for a daily diet, that’s not what fulfills you. It warms you a bit but the warming is temporary. It’s like caviar, you know — it’s good to have caviar but not when you have to have it every meal and every day.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate
Fame is a bee. It has a song — It has a sting — Ah, too, it has a wing.
A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.
‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print; a Book’s a Book, altho’ there’s nothing in’t.
