It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous.
Don't confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.
Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live.
All is ephemeral, fame and the famous as well.
Don't cling to fame. You're just borrowing it. It's like money. You're going to die, and somebody else is going to get it.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
Andy Warhol made fame more famous.
Fame is proof that people are gullible.
Darryl Strawberry has been voted to the Hall of Fame 5 years in a row.
The hall of fame ceremonies are on the 31st and 32nd of July.
It is just the little touches after the average man would quit that make the master's fame.
It's so glamorous, you have to see it. (describing the 92 million Rock & Roll Hall of Fame)
Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place.
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame!
What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.
Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, but impotent to rise.
There was a morning when I longed for fame, There was a noontide when I passed it by. There is an evening when I think not shame Its substance and its being to deny.
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. (Indeed, wretched the man whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.)
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.
Tasso is their glory and their shame. Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell! And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame, And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell.
The deepest American dream is not the hunger for money or fame it is the dream of settling down, in peace and freedom and cooperation, in the promised land.