Posthumous fame is a plant of tardy growth, for our body must be the seed of it; or we may liken it to a torch, which nothing but the last spark of life can light up; or we may compare it to the trumpet of the archangel, for it is blown over the dead; but unlike that awful blast, it is of earth, not of heaven, and can neither rouse nor raise us.
Charles Caleb ColtonTime ... advances like the slowest tide, but retreats like the swiftest torrent.
Charles Caleb ColtonThere are some men who are fortune's favorites, and who, like cats, light forever on their legs.
Charles Caleb Colton