Fame is a by-product. It's not a goal. What matters is loving your work and loving what you do.

In the book of Gaga, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it.

Fame attracts lunatics.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

I'm just a girl, With a dream that got the best of me, In a world that believes fame is everything.

The world looks with some awe upon a man who appears unconcernedly indifferent to home, money, comfort, rank, or even power and fame. The world feels not without a certain apprehension, that here is some one outside its jurisdiction; someone before whom its allurements may be spread in vain; some one strangely enfranchised, untamed, untrammelled by convention, moving independent of the ordinary currents of human action.