Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. >>
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous >>
I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud of thoughts which wer >>
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to >>
The fame you earn has a different taste from the fame that is forced u >>
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. >>
Fame is the thirst of youth.