I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Seek out - less often sought than found - A Soldier's Grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy Ground, And take thy Rest.

Hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone; The worm - the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!

Plato would have no actors in his republic, in case pretence devoured what was real. Plato's fears have proved well-grounded. Actors, despised, almost outcast,…

In the future everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.

'In general they are intoxicated by the fame of mass culture, a fame which the latter knows how to manipulate; they could just as well get together in clubs fo…