I Tolerate My Faults But Not At

I Would Have Preferred To Be Successful Here With A Piece That Cost Me A Huge Amount Of Money And Effort... Rather Than Sending To Bohemia Some Ordinary Works.

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.

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.

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.

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.