Let us savour the swift delights of the most beautiful of our days!

After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear.

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Man is born barbarous--he is ransomed from the condition of beasts only by being cultivated.

Enthusiasm is the intoxication of earnestness.

Silence,--the applause of real and durable impressions.