What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.

Men are generally more pleased with a widespread than with a great reputation.

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!

When I do a show, the whole show revolves around me, and if I don’t show up, they can just forget it.

I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

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