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Tuesday, 8 July 2008
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"There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue." (Burke, Edmund - Tolerance)

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'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!
A celebrity is a person who works hard all of their life to become well known, and then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
A legend is an old man with a cane known for what he used to do. I'm still doing it.
A sex symbol becomes a thing. I hate being a thing.
A sign of celebrity is often that their name is worth more than their services.
A star on a movie set is like a time bomb. That bomb has got to be defused so people can approach it without fear.
Acquaintance lessens fame.
After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.
All the fame you should look for in life is to have lived it quietly.
Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs; because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.
Being a sex symbol was rather like being a convict.
Being famous was extremely disappointing for me. When I became famous it was a complete drag and it is still a complete drag.
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face. As soon as one is aware of being somebody, to be watched and listened to with extra interest, input ceases, and the performer goes blind and deaf in his over-animation. One can either see or be seen.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
Celebrity is the advantage of being known to people who we don't know, and who don't know us.
Celebrity-worship and hero-worship should not be confused. Yet we confuse them every day, and by doing so we come dangerously close to depriving ourselves of all real models. We lose sight of the men and women who do not simply seem great because they are famous but are famous because they are great. We come closer and closer to degrading all fame into notoriety.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
Each man has his appointed day: short and irreparable in the brief life of all, but to extend our fame by our deeds, this is the work of mankind.
Even the best things are not equal to their fame.
Even those who write against fame wish for the fame of having written well, and those who read their works desire the fame of having read them.
Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole.
Fame and power are the objects of all men. Even their partial fruition is gained by very few; and that, too, at the expense of social pleasure, health, conscience, life.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Fame has also this great drawback, that if we pursue it, we must direct our lives so as to please the fancy of men.
Fame hides her head among the clouds.
Fame is a constant effort
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
Fame is an illusive thing -- here today, gone tomorrow. The fickle, shallow mob raises its heroes to the pinnacle of approval today and hurls them into oblivion tomorrow at the slightest whim; cheers today, hisses tomorrow; utter forgetfulness in a few months.
Fame is but the breath of people, and that often unwholesome.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Fame is like a shaved pig with a greased tail, and it is only after it has slipped through the hands of some thousands, that some fellow, by mere chance, holds on to it!
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Fame is only good for one thing-they will cash your check in a small town.
Fame is proof that the people are gullible.
Fame is something that must be won. Honor is something that must not be lost.
Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all.
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.
Fame is the perfume of heroic deeds.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Fame often makes a writer vain, but seldom makes him proud.
Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else.
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 experienced, but that's not where I live.
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such; it is an accident, not a property of man.
Few people rise to our esteem upon closer scrutiny.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
Good fame is like fire; when you have kindled you may easily preserve it; but if you extinguish it, you will not easily kindle it again.
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame --to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a Hell!
He that pursues fame with just claims, trusts his happiness to the winds; but he that endeavors after it by false merit, has to fear, not only the violence of the storm, but the leaks of his vessel.
Heartthrobs are a dime a dozen.
How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
-- Homer | Fame
I am not concerned that I am not known, I seek to be worthy to be known.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
I had it all and blew it.
I must say, I don't feel very qualified to be a pop star. I feel very awkward at times in the role.
I want to be famous everywhere.
I was the only one there I never heard of.
I won't be happy till I'm as famous as God.
I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.
I'm afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
If I'm such a legend, then why am I so lonely? Let me tell you, legends are all very well if you've got somebody around who loves you.
If you are ambitious of climbing up to the difficult, and in a manner inaccessible, summit of the Temple of Fame, your surest way is to leave on one hand the narrow path of Poetry, and follow the narrower track of Knight-Errantry, which in a trice may raise you to an imperial throne.
If you modestly enjoy your fame you are not unworthy to rank with the holy.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
In the world of the celebrity, the hierarchy of publicity has replaced the hierarchy of descent and even of great wealth.
It is a mark of many famous people that they cannot part with their brightest hour.
It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.
It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
It is better to be a has-been than a never-was.
It is dangerous to let the public behind the scenes. They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved.
It often happens that those of whom we speak least on earth are best known in heaven. <