What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.

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

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!

He who treats another human being as divine thereby assigns to himself the relative status of a child or an animal.

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

Fame is no sanctuary from the passing of youth. Suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully.