I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.

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.

Avoid the talk of men. For talk is mischievous, light, and easily raised, but hard to bear and difficult to be rid of. Talk never wholly dies away when many people voice her: even talk is in some ways divine.

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

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

What a heavy burden is a name that has become too famous.