A Quote by Marcus Aurelius

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion. — © Marcus Aurelius
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after 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 warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion.
From my experience, I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking.
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.
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.
I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.
There is more joy in heaven over a converted sinner than over a righteous person standing firm. A leader in battle has more love for a soldier who returns after fleeing, and who valiantly pursues the enemy, than for one who never turned back, but who never acted valiantly either. A farmer has greater love for land which bears fruitfully, after he has cleared it of thorns, than for land which never had thorns but which never yielded a fruitful harvest.
OBLIVION, n. The state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground.
You can't really fault people who are experiencing fame. They're just making their way through, and everybody around them is reflecting this fame right back at them. It's strange.
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.
I find myself in a new and strange position here: President, cabinet, Gen. Scott, and all deferring to me. By some strange operation of magic I seem to have become the power of the land.
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