You see that it is not at all like Rodin... I share these only with you, don't show them.
You find me at work excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
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.
Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.
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.
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 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 tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
I thank you for your kind invitation to introduce me to the president of the Republic. Since I have not been out of my atelier for two months, I have no appropriate costume for this circumstance. Please excuse me.
I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.
I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.
I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest
Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.
Man's naked form belongs to no particular moment in history it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.
Your fortune is not something to find but to unfold.
Fundamentalists believe Jesus was God becoming man. I believe that Jesus was man becoming God.
God can only do for you what He can do through you.
We don't change what we are, we change what we think what we are.
Evil, and evil spirits, devils and devil possession, are the outgrowth of man's inadequate consciousness of God. We must avoid thinking of evil as a thing in itself-a force that works against man or, against God, if you will.
So, in other words, how you respond to a sculpture, how a viewer sees the sculpture, is vital.
But I don't think you really question the work. The work is there, it' s made, it's got it's own character, it's got it's own life and it's left you.
But I don't think that sculpture belongs in everyday life like a table does, or like a chair.
The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for the rest of your life. And the most important thing is, it must be something you cannot possibly do.