There Is Always Something Missing That Torments

It Is In Fact Agreed That I Am The Plague, The Cholera Of The Benevolent And Generous Men Who Are Interested In Art And That, When I Show Myself With My Plasters, Even The Emperor Of The Sahara Would Flee.

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 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.

If You Are Nice, And Keep Your Promise, We Will Be In Paradise.

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.