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

Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

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 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.

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

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.