Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours. I am the fellow citizen of every being that thinks; my country is Truth.

Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

God - but a word invoked to explain the world.

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

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

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

There is a name hidden in the shadow of my soul, where I read it night and day and no other eye sees it.