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

The death of a man's wife is like cutting down an ancient oak that has long shaded the family mansion. Henceforth the glare of the world, with its cares and vicissitudes falls upon the old widower's heart, and there is nothing to break their force, or shield him from the full weight of misfortune. It is as if his right hand were withered; as if one wing of his angel was broken, and every movement that he made brought him to the ground.

Eternity is so certain and so terrible that a thousand lives would not suffice to prepare for it.

Civil wars leave nothing but tombs.

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

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.

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