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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

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