The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.
The fame which is based on wealth or beauty is a frail and fleeting thing; but virtue shines for ages with undiminished lustre.
It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.
Fame and riches are fleeting. Stupidity is eternal
The renown which riches or beauty confer is fleeting and frail mental excellence is a splendid and lasting possession.
The glory of wealth and of beauty is fleeting and frail; virtue is illustrious and everlasting.
Fame is fleeting, honey. Fame is fleeting and it changes.
The body comes and goes. This life, my friend, will come and go. It is a fleeting moment, an impulse in an eternal reality.
Fame is fleeting. That stuff comes and goes. You know, as soon as I play poorly ... you won't be doing this interview--you'll be interviewing the next guy.
We are reminded that, in the fleeting time we have on this Earth, what matters is not wealth, or status, or power, or fame, but rather how well we have loved and what small part we have played in making the lives of other people better.
The military superiority of Europe to Asia is not an eternal law of nature, as we are tempted to think, and our superiority in civilization is a mere delusion.
Beauty has nothing to do with possession. If possession and beauty must go together, then we are lost souls. A beautiful flower is not to be possessed, it's there to be beheld. ? It's there for your pleasure.
How glorious and near to the angels is youth that is clean. This youth has joy unspeakable here and eternal happiness hereafter. Sexual purity is youth's most precious possession. It is the foundation of all righteousness.
...beauty, like truth, never is so glorious as when it goes the plainest.
Stronach's fragile beauty belies an emotional strength, pragmatic resiliency, and intellectual courage. Her ideas and choreography are both enigmatic and playful.
Man makes one journey all his living days, Down through the realms of music and of art; Down through the halls of fame and glorious praise; Down through the tears and triumphs of the heart To some sweet woman waiting some place there. For her he builds his cities and makes war, Seeks gold and glorious wealth to store.