A woman named Damaris! How strange a thing is fame! The names of all those philosophers in that distinguished congregation to which Paul preached on Mars Hill, save the one who believed in Christ, are forgotten. But here is a woman named Damaris, whose name is immortal because she heard Paul preach and found the Lord Jesus Christ. Here is a parable of life and immortality. Identity with Christ alone gives us permanence in a fixed place, and destiny amid the flying fragments of time.
Many the roads they took, the plans they tried:
But all in vain. Who grasped at earthly fame,
Grasped wind: nay, worse, a serpent grasped, that through
His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left
A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.—Pollok
Fame is the feeling that you are the constant subject of admiration on the part of people who are not thinking of you.
Many a man thinks he has become famous when he has merely happened to meet an editor who was hard up for material.
Were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of obtaining it, and the danger of losing it when obtained, would be sufficient to deter a man from so vain a pursuit.—Addison.