The love of fame is the last weakness which even the wise resign.
The principal office of history I take to be this: to prevent virtuous actions from being forgotten, and that evil words and deeds should fear an infamous reputation with posterity.
It is less difficult to bear misfortunes than to remain uncorrupted by pleasure.
The desire for glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
Even for learned men, love of fame is the last thing to be given up.