I Have All Sorts Of Problems And

Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To Cause Suffering . . . I Cannot Stand Any Longer The Screams Of These Creatures.

I Have Been Back In Paris For Two Weeks. Nothing New. Life Is Still Bitter.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

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.

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.