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

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.

Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.

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

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.