I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.

I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.

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.

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.

You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.

Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.