This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived >>
Will cannot be quenched against its will. >>
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a l >>
The highest form of vanity is love of fame. >>
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, f >>
What desire for fame attends both great and small; better be damned th >>
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.