Fame (n.) cannot be an instinct, or the fool's approval would please us as much as the wise man's.
Fame (n.) loved and pursued is a moral discipline — by constantly surveying ourselves as others see us, we keep right and wrong alive and come to revere ourselves.
Fame (n.) favours the easy writer: Cicero flourishes while Aristotle is utterly decayed, and Addison will be read with pleasure when Locke is entirely forgotten.
Fame (n.) is so far from a blameable thing to desire that the desire seems inseparable from virtue, genius and a noble disposition.
Fame (n.) flows upward in the imagination: Cornelia scolded her sons that she was better known as Scipio's daughter than as the mother of the Gracchi.