And what will history say of me a thousand years hence?

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

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.

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.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

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

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

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

Fame will go by and, so long, I’ve had you, fame. If it goes by, I’ve always known it was fickle. So at least it’s something I experienced, but that’s not where I live.