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

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

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.

I won’t be happy till I’m as famous as God.

He who treats another human being as divine thereby assigns to himself the relative status of a child or an animal.

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

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

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

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

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

Avoid the talk of men. For talk is mischievous, light, and easily raised, but hard to bear and difficult to be rid of. Talk never wholly dies away when many people voice her: even talk is in some ways divine.

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.