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

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

History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale.

Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.

If greatness of purpose, smallness of means, and astonishing results are the three criteria of a human genius, who could dare compare any great man in history with Muhammad?

The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848)

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.