A man came to me today talking about getting a priest job for the emperor Augustus. I told him: "Friend, forget about it. You'll spend a lot of money for nothing." But he said, "The people who write the contracts will put my name down." So I asked him: "Are you going to stand next to everyone who reads those contracts and tell them, 'Hey, that's my name written there'? And even if you could be there every time someone reads it now, what happens when you're dead?" He said, "My name will still be there." I told him: "Fine, carve it on a stone — it will last just as long. But tell me, who will remember you outside of this little town of Nicopolis?" Then he said, "But I'll get to wear a golden crown." I said: "If you really want a crown, pick some roses and make one. It'll look better anyway."