I've Been Forgotten By Our Good Lord.

I Had To Wait 110 Years To Become Famous. I Wanted To Enjoy It As Long As Possible.

I Never Wear Mascara; I Laugh Until I Cry Too Often.

I See Badly, I Hear Badly, And I Feel Bad, But Everything's Fine.

Death Doesn't Frighten Me; Now I Can Think Peacefully Of Ending A Long Life.

I Took Pleasure When I Could. I Acted Clearly And Morally And Without Regret. I'm Very Lucky.