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

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.

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

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

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

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