Love Is The Enchanted Dawn Of Every

If One Had But A Single Glance To Give The World, One Should Gaze On Istanbul.

There Is A Name Hidden In The Shadow Of My Soul, Where I Read It Night And Day And No Other Eye Sees It.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

Esteem Incites Friendship, But Not Love; The Former Is The Twin Brother Of Reverence; The Latter Is The Child Of Equality.

Reading Furnishes The Mind Only With Materials Of Knowledge; It Is Thinking That Makes What We Read Ours. I Am The Fellow Citizen Of Every Being That Thinks; My Country Is Truth.