Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To

I Have All Sorts Of Problems And Feel Discouraged.

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.

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

Don't Fear Anything For Your Letters, They Are Burnt One By One And I Hope You Do The Same With Mine.

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