Fame Imperishable and glory that will never die -- that is what we march for!
It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years?... What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.
I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.
Some people care about their work lasting forever - I have little interest in it.
There is no greater consolation for mediocrity than that the genius is not immortal.
Become a legend? But I am already.
To be immortalized in a ride is a very cooI thing.
Once you have a certain amount of money, it ceases to be an issue. I'd rather put my cultural imprint on the fabric of life. After money, all you want is immortality.
The desire of posthumous fame and the dread of posthumous reproach and execration are feelings from the influence of which scarcely any man is perfectly free, and which in many men are powerful and constant motives of action.
Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Immortality. We all want to be remembered: We want to do things that will make people say, 'Isn't he wonderful?'
The only way you can become a legend is in your coffin
We should all be so lucky in our lives to create things that we're still talking about 25 years later.
Unless you're Shannon Hoon (of Blind Melon), dying is the only thing that guarantees a rock star will have a legacy that stretches beyond temporary relevance.
Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.
Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.
Now he belongs to the ages.
I've never cared that much for cementing my place in history. Sports is so transitory, so ephemeral. It just seems like so much nonsense comparing me to Helen Wills Moody or Suzanne Lenglen or anybody else from some other time. One lesson you learn from sports is that life goes on without you.
Politics is the only profession where there's life after death.
It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.
Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.
The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.
If your contribution has been vital there will always be somebody to pick up where you left off, and that will be your claim to immortality.
