#fame

He who advances without seeking fame, Who retreats without escaping blame, He whose one aim is to protect his people and serve his lord, The man is a jewel of the Realm ↗

— Sun Tzu

#jewel #retreat #art

The best people renounce all for one goal, the eternal fame of mortals; but most people stuff themselves like cattle. ↗

— Heraclitus

#cattle #eternal #fame #goal #like

Fame is a delicate and dangerous creature; I saw people who didn't honor it, who refused to take responsibility for it, get destroyed by it. I also saw that stardom in and of itself was empty. ↗

— Patrick Dempsey

#creature #dangerous #delicate #destroyed #empty

Try not to be a man or woman of success, but rather a man or woman of inspiration. If you’re successful, they will flock to you for money or fame, but if you’re inspirational, they will flock to you because they love your soul and how you change theirs. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#aspirations #fame #goals #goodness #inspirational

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty. ↗

— Simon Van Booy

#british #celebrity #fame #irony #romance

Simple, genuine goodness is the best capital to found the business of this life upon. It lasts when fame and money fail, and is the only riches we can take out of this world with us. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#fame #goodness #honesty #honor #money

Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying ↗

— Gerard Way

#fame #immortality #death

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,if he can live after he's died, then maybe he was a great man. Immortality is the only true success. ↗

— James Dean

#immortality #death

Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end. ↗

— John Webster

#fame #integrity #life #death

But since Catt was more realist than fabulist, she understood her actual death at the hands of her killer would be something much slower. It would be a classical feminine death, like a marriage…Raised by meek working-class parents, she despised petty groveling and had no talent for making shit up. She wanted to be a “real” intellectual moving with dizzying freedom between high and low points in the culture. And to a certain extent, she’d succeeded. Catt’s semi-name attracted a following among Asberger’s boys, girls who’d been hospitalized for mental illness, sex workers, Ivy alumnae on meth, and always, the cutters. With her small self-made fortune, Catt saw herself as Moll Flanders, out-sourcing her visiting professorships and writing commissions to younger artists whose work she believed in. But she’d reached a point lately where the same young people she’d helped were blogging against her, exposing the ‘cottage industry’ she ran out of her Los Angeles compound facing the Hollywood sign … the same compound these bloggers had lived in rent-free after arriving from Iowa City, Alberta, New Zealand. Loathing all institutions, Catt had become one herself. Even her dentist asked her for money. ↗

— Chris Kraus

#death