The Living Are Just The Dead On

The True Sage Is Not He Who Sees, But He Who, Seeing The Furthest, Has The Deepest Love For Mankind.

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.

I Knew That If I Was Captured By The Germans I Would Be Shot At Once, Since I Have Always Been Counted As An Enemy Of Germany Because Of My Play, 'le Bourgmestre De Stillemonde,' Which Dealt With The Conditions In Belgium During The German Occupation Of 1918.

The Living Are Just The Dead On Holiday

Wisdom Requires No Form; Her Beauty Must Vary, As Varies The Beauty Of Flame. She Is No Motionless Goddess, For Ever Couched On Her Throne.