Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

You may lose your wife, you may lose your dog, your mother may hate you. None of those things matter. What matters is that you achieve success and become free. Then you can do whatever you like.

Success is very ephemeral. You depend entirely on the desire of others, which makes it difficult to relax.

Success comes in waves.

I can't imagine wanting to be famous just for the sake of being famous. I think fame should come along with success, talent.