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.

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

All people have the common desire to be elevated in honor, but all people have something still more elevated in themselves without knowing it.

What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.

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

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!

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

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.

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

A woman’s greatest glory is to be little talked about by men, whether for good or ill.

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