Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

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.

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

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

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

Those who know the joys and miseries of celebrities when they have passed the age of forty know how to defend themselves.