I believe that it isn't victories but defeats that promote nationalism.

Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with İpek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread.

Where there is true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.

Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.

We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers.

I do not believe in a personal connection to God; that's where it gets transcendental.

As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them