There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran—
—Sam Walter Foss (1858–1911)
The blaze of reputation cannot be blown out, but it often dies in the socket; a very few names may be considered as perpetual lamps that shine unconsumed.
—Samuel Johnson (1709–1784)
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)