Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.

After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one.

When you can do the common things of life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world.

Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property of a man.

Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.

Man is a tool-using animal. Without tools he is nothing, with tools he is all.