What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.
Thomas CarlyleThere needs not a great soul to make a hero; there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin; that will be a great soul!
Thomas Carlyle