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

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.

I won’t be happy till I’m as famous as God.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it, and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.

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