The Stock-pot of Posterity.

Greatness is not a negotiable commercial commodity because it flouts the fond fallacies of the grated majority, which will only agree that—that which is must always be, because it is. Thus the great must always wait for their greatness to find flavour in the stockpot of Posterity.

Many of the great to whom statues have been erected after death would no doubt have preferred bread while alive. The ghosts of the great might reasonably complain. “We asked for bread and you gave us a stone.” Greatness, like golf, demands that you “hole in” before you “hole out.” It seems unjust that those who leave the most when they go, often get the least while they're here.

But do they? Not while every man's mind is his empire and his thoughts are his sun—unless they are a frost.