Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The

There Are Places And Climates, Seasons And Hours, With Their Outward Circumstance, So Much In Harmony With Certain Impressions Of The Heart, That Nature And The Soul Of Man Appear To Be Parts Of One Vast Whole.

Life Is Too Short To Spare An Hour Of It In The Indulgence Of This Evil Passion.

Thou Makest The Man, O Sorrow!--yes, The Whole Man,--as The Crucible Gold.

God Has Placed The Genius Of Women In Their Hearts, Because The Works Of This Genius Are Always Works Of Love.

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