I Am Moved By The Light.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

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 Hour Of Justice Does Not Strike On The Dials Of This World.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.

I Count Only The Hours That Are Serene.