Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

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

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

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

There lurks in every human heart a desire of distinction which inclines every man first to hope and then to believe that nature has given him something peculiar to himself. 

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

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

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

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

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.

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

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.