There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.
If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.
Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.
Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.
The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.