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 is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

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

What wretched doings come from the ardor of fame; the love of truth alone would never make one man attack another bitterly.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.