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.

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.

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

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

If fame is only to come after death, I am in no hurry for it.