The world looks with some awe upon a man who appears unconcernedly indifferent to home, money, comfort, rank, or even power and fame. The world feels not without a certain apprehension, that here is some one outside its jurisdiction; someone before whom its allurements may be spread in vain; some one strangely enfranchised, untamed, untrammelled by convention, moving independent of the ordinary currents of human action.

If one has a good disposition, what other virtue is needed? If a man has fame, what is the value of other ornamentation?

If you come to fame not understanding who you are, it will define who you are.

A sober, humble lifestyle dedicated to service is worth far more than thousands of followers on social networks.

There's a long way to fall when you pretend that you're so far away from the earth, far away from reality, floating in a bubble that's protected by fame or success. It's scary, and it's the thing I fear the most: to be swallowed up by that bubble. It can be poison to you, fame.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.