Being a star has made it possible for me to get insulted in places where the average Negro could never hope to go and get insulted.

What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.

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

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!

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

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.

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

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

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

There lurks in every human heart a desire of distinction which inclines every man first to hope and then to believe that nature has given him something peculiar to himself.