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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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.

Those who know the joys and miseries of celebrities when they have passed the age of forty know how to defend themselves.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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