A Quote by Marcus Aurelius

Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion. — © Marcus Aurelius
Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion.
All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
How many after being celebrated by fame have been given up to oblivion; and how many who have celebrated the fame of others have long been dead.
Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.
The one stroke marks the difference between fame and oblivion.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Meditation practice is regarded as a good and in fact excellent way to overcome warfare in the world; our own warfare as well as greater warfare.
I made up my mind I was going to walk that thin line between fame and oblivion.
Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; riches take wings; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.
Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.
OBLIVION, n. The state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground.
As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.
It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.
It takes an incredibly special person to be willing to put his or her life on the line for a complete stranger. And to get up every morning, day after day after day, to do that, I think, is extraordinary.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist's way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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