Fiction is the microscope of truth.
There is a woman at the begining of all great things.
Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.
Poetry has been the guardian angel of humanity in all ages.
Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!
If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.