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 have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.

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

It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and that, when I show myself with my plasters, even the Emperor of the Sahara would flee.

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

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

There is always something missing that torments me.