Maurice Maeterlinck
Maurice Maeterlinck
Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard MaeterlinckMaeterlinck from 1932; in Belgium, in France; 29 August 1862 – 6 May 1949) was a Belgian playwright, poet, and essayist who was a Fleming, but wrote in French. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911 "in appreciation of his many-sided literary activities, and especially of his dramatic works, which are distinguished by a wealth of imagination and by a poetic fancy, which reveals, sometimes in the guise of a fairy...
NationalityBelgian
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth29 August 1862
CountryBelgium
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.
The living are just the dead on holiday
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing. A day will come when science will turn upon its error and no longer hesitate to shorten our woes. A day will come when it will dare and act with certainty; when life, grown wiser, will depart silently at its hour, knowing that it has reached its term.
The future is a world limited by ourselves; in it we discover only what concerns us and, sometimes, by chance, what interests those whom we love the most.
At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.
The dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two.
The hour of justice does not strike On the dials of this world.
I am moved by the light.
Nothing in the whole world is so athirst for beauty as the soul, nor is there anything to which beauty clings so readily.
No great inner event befalls those who summon it not
There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.
Every year, in November, at the season that follows the hour of the dead, the crowning and majestic hours of autumn, I go to visit the chrysanthemums ... They are indeed, the most universal, the most diverse of flowers.
The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.