Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.


Souvenirs: My Life with Maeterlinck (1932)


Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.

Passion, that thing of beauty, that flowering without roots, has to be born, live and die without reason.