Argument Should Be Polite As Well As

Death, With Funereal Shades In Vain Surrounds Me, My Reason Through His Darkness Seeth Light: 'tis The Last Step Which Brings Me Close To Thee: 'tis The Veil Falling, 'twixt Thy Face And Mine.

Esteem Incites Friendship, But Not Love; The Former Is The Twin Brother Of Reverence; The Latter Is The Child Of Equality.

If They Say "you Have Your Last Chance To Look At The World", I Wish That Look Would From Çamlıca Of Istanbul.

If One Had But A Single Glance To Give The World, One Should Gaze On Istanbul.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.