It Is Not From Reason That Justice

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.

The Dog Who Meets With A Good Master Is The Happier Of The Two.

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.

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.