There is always something missing that torments me.

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

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

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

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.