« I regret nothing. Nor the outcome which seems funereal to me, my life will have fallen into an abyss. But my soul had its flowering, alas late. I had to know you and everything took on an unknown life, my dull existence blazed in a bonfire. Thank you because it is to you that I owe all the share of heaven that I have had in my life. » (Letter from Auguste Rodin to Camille Claudel)