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

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

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

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.

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