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.

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

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

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

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

Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, now that, and changes names as it changes in direction.

We all have a contract with the public—in us they see themselves, or what they would like to be.

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.

Possessions, outward success, publicity, luxury—to me these have always been contemptible. I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best both for the body and the mind.

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

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