If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

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

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

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.

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.

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