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!

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

Being a star has made it possible for me to get insulted in places where the average Negro could never hope to go and get insulted.

Famous, adj. Conspicuously miserable.

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

There lurks in every human heart a desire of distinction which inclines every man first to hope and then to believe that nature has given him something peculiar to himself.