Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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