Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.

Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; riches take wings; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

There are no good or evil people. There is only a great, unfathomable mob trampling itself underfoot. The life-giving sources of the old morality have dried up and vanished in the sands of oblivion. There's no other source to draw from, no place to refresh oneself. There is no example, no inspiration. It is night. A night of indifference, apathy, chaos.

Journalism will kill you, but it will keep you alive while you're at it.

Fame is vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures and that is character.