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

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.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

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.

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