All things fade into the storied past, and in a little while are shrouded in oblivion. Even to men whose lives were a blaze of glory this comes to pass; as to the rest, the breath is hardly out of them before, in Homer’s words, they are ‘lost to sight alike and hearsay’. What, after all, is immortal fame? An empty, hollow thing. To what, then, must we aspire? This,and this alone: the just thought, the unselfish act, the tongue that utters
no falsehood, the temper that greets each passing event as something predestined, expected, and emanating from the One source and origin.
Marcus Aurelius
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