Modesty and dew love the shade.

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.

Photography is better than art. It is a solar phenomenon in which the artist collaborates with the sun.

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

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