Most authors seek fame, but I seek for justice—a holier impulse than ever entered into the ambitious struggles of the votaries of that fickle, flirting goddess.

Men are generally more pleased with a widespread than with a great reputation.

There lurks in every human heart a desire of distinction which inclines every man first to hope and then to believe that nature has given him something peculiar to himself. 

I won’t be happy till I’m as famous as God.

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it, and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.