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

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.

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.

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

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

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

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

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

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.

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!