Good Manners Require Space And Time.

We Don't Have Two Hearts, One For Animals And One For Humans ; We Have One Heart Or We Don't Have Any.

It Is The Qualities Of The Heart, Not Those Of The Face, That Should Attract Us In Women, Because The Former Are Durable, The Latter Transitory. So Lovable Women, Like Roses, Retain Their Sweetness Long After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?

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

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!