But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. – Sir Thomas Browne

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame –to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a Hell! – Edward George Bulwer-Lytton

In the march up the heights of fame there comes a spot close to the summit in which man reads nothing but detective stories. – Heywood Hale Broun