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.

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?

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

Man, man, is thy brother, and thy father is God.

Before this century shall run out, journalism will be the whole press. Mankind will write their book day by day, hour by hour, page by page. Thought will spread abroad with the rapidity of light--instantly conceived, instantly written, instantly understood at the extremities of the earth.

Ink is the transcript of thought.