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.
