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.

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

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

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

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.