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

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.

I would much rather have men ask why I have no statue than why I have one.

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

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

All people have the common desire to be elevated in honor, but all people have something still more elevated in themselves without knowing it.