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.

Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.

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.

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.

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.