Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never.

Silence,--the applause of real and durable impressions.

If they say "you have your last chance to look at the world", I wish that look would from Çamlıca of Istanbul.

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

God has placed the genius of women in their hearts, because the works of this genius are always works of love.

Eloquence dwells quite as much in the hearts of the hearers as on the lips of the orator.

It is for truth that God created genius.