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

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 have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

There is always something missing that torments me.

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 took all my wax studies and threw them in the fire that's the way it is when something unpleasant happens to me. I take my hammer and I squash a figure.

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