Now there is fame! Of all—hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public—fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation by God of the artist. It is sad. It is true.

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.

I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

What a heavy burden is a name that has become too famous.

Fame is no sanctuary from the passing of youth. Suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully.

I won’t be happy till I’m as famous as God.

I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

A woman’s greatest glory is to be little talked about by men, whether for good or ill.

When I do a show, the whole show revolves around me, and if I don’t show up, they can just forget it.

If fame is only to come after death, I am in no hurry for it.