Phrase by 'Camille Claudel'
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Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorMe , Will , Future , Disappear
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.
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorMyself , I Am , Art , Men
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.
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorArt , Change , Woman , Ugly
I would have preferred to be successful here with a piece that cost me a huge amount of money and effort... rather than sending to Bohemia some ordinary works.
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorMe , Effort , Money , Some
Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorMe , Parents , Paris , Sir
You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to me even once and you never came back to see me? Do you think that it is fun for me to spend months, even years, without any news, without any hope!
Author: Camille Claudel - French SculptorYou , Me , Care , Hope
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