There is always something missing that torments me.

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

I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.

I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.

I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.

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

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.