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

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

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

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

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

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.

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!

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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

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

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.

And what will history say of me a thousand years hence?