I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.

Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.

I thank you for your kind invitation to introduce me to the president of the Republic. Since I have not been out of my atelier for two months, I have no appropriate costume for this circumstance. Please excuse me.

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.

You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.