Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.
Actually, it's the other way round. In a poor country, the only consolation people can have is the one that comes from their beliefs.
Turks have a dismissive phrase: he works like a clerk. I have turned this insult around: I am proud to say that I work like a clerk.
Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.
National consciousness is truly a miraculous thing. When I am not in Turkey I feel even more Turkish than in Istanbul. But when I'm home my European side becomes more apparent.