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.

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.

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

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.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.