There is not in the world so toilsome a trade as the pursuit of fame; life concludes before you have so much as sketched your work. – Jean De La Bruyere
In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, and go as brave as the zodiac. In age, we put out another sort of perspiration,—gout, fever, rheumatism, caprice, doubt, fretting, and avarice. – Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882), “Fate,” The Conduct of Life
