I Have All Sorts Of Problems And

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 Will Never Forget My Beautiful Days With You In Shanklin, They Are Certainly The Most Pleasant Ones Of My Life. Look, I Have Tears In My Eyes Just To Think About It. I Am Furious To Be Here, It Is The End Of Happiness For A Whole Year.

I Tolerate My Faults But Not At All Other People's.

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

My Countrymen Have Commissioned A Bust Of The Republic. It Will Be Placed On The Fountain Of My Native Town.