Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
When you're superhot, you don't have the time to enjoy being superhot, because you're working your ass off. By the time we will actually have time to really go out and screw around, we won't be hot anymore.
The individual stats, that stuff is fun, but it doesn't last. Somebody else is gonna come along and break your records. But the memories that you take are forever.
When I was 19 years old, I was the number one star of the world for two years. When I was 40, nobody wanted me.
I think fame is hard in any capacity. It's so fleeting; it's not anything that you can really grab.
Heroing is one of the shortest-lived professions there is.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction.
Honeymoons are great, but they don't last. And I think the same is true with success on the screen - today, I am all over the place; tomorrow, I may be gone - I may have to make room for someone else. So why make a big song and dance about it all?
How many famous and high-spirited heroes have lived a day too long?
The splendors that belong unto the fame of earth are but a wind, that in the same direction lasts not long.
I always believed that the bubble could burst tomorrow. You're only as good as your last record.
When we did our first record, my mindset was this is all going to be over tomorrow.
