[On Eiffel Tower] I ought to be jealous of the tower. She is more famous than I am.
The wise man thinks of fame just enough to avoid being despised.
What the owner of a gay bar Elizabeth Taylor often visited said when she called one night: I told her not to come. It was too busy. And there were already a half-dozen Elizabeth Taylors here anyway.
Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes in direction.
Fame is the beauty parlor of the dead.
“What’s fame, after all, me la-ad?” ‘Tis apt to be what some wan writes on ye’er tombstone.
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way.
Elvis was one of my best friends. We both were young at the same time and we got old at the same time. I wish he was here.
One who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do. He has laid down to die, and the grass is already growing over him.
Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings. Only one thing endures, and that is character.