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

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

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.

My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.

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.

Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.

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