Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

Now there is fame! Of all—hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public—fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation by God of the artist. It is sad. It is true.

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.

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

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