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 all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.

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

I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.

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 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.