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

It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and that, when I show myself with my plasters, even the Emperor of the Sahara would flee.

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

I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.

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

I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.

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