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
We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.
A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.
Each man has to seek out his own special aptitude for a higher life in the midst of the humble and inevitable reality of daily existence. Than this, there can be no nobler aim in life.
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.