I Do Not Exactly Remember At What

My Books Were Always Full Of Ink Blots, Always Stained And Covered With Smeared Sketches And Pictures, Which One Draws Idly When His Attention Wanders From His Task.

Through The Study Of Fossils I Had Already Been Initiated Into The Mysteries Of Prehistoric Creations.

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

I Am Surprised That I Cannot Recall Whether My Desire To Become A Minister Transformed Itself Into A Wish To Lead The More Militant Life Of Missionary, By A Slow Process Or Suddenly.

Holy Istanbul! Your Name Is The Most Enchanting One Of All Names Which Enchants Me.