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

Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.

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

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.

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