C. S. Lewis on fame

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never cease to will their removal.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one!’

In the future everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.

Andy Warhol1928–1987Catalogue of an exhibition of his art in Stockholm, Sweden (1968)

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Emily Dickinson1830–1886Fame is a fickle food (B)

Love of fame is the last thing even learned men can bear to be parted from.

Tacitus55–120