Joy Is A Flame Which Association Alone

Chance Often Gives Us That Which We Should Not Have Presumed To Ask.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

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

Private Passions Grow Tired And Wear Themselves Out; Political Passions, Never.

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.