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

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

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

All people have the common desire to be elevated in honor, but all people have something still more elevated in themselves without knowing it.

I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it, and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.

How sweet it is to have people point and say, “There he is.”

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

Most authors seek fame, but I seek for justice—a holier impulse than ever entered into the ambitious struggles of the votaries of that fickle, flirting goddess.

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

Men are generally more pleased with a widespread than with a great reputation.