With fame, you know, you can read about yourself, somebody else's ideas about you, but what's important is how you feel about yourself - for survival and living day to day with what comes up.

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.

Amidst all of these flashing lights I pray the fame won't take my life.

It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.

Toil and risk are the price of glory, but it is a lovely thing to live with courage and die leaving an everlasting fame.

Men of great ambition have sought happiness . . . and have found fame.