Belgian playwright, poet, and essayist29 August 1862 — 6 May 1949
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Maurice Maeterlinck's books
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.
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