Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

Assassination Makes Only Martyrs, Not Converts.

To Love For The Sake Of Being Loved Is Human, But To Love For The Sake Of Loving Is Angelic.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.

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

There Are Places And Climates, Seasons And Hours, With Their Outward Circumstance, So Much In Harmony With Certain Impressions Of The Heart, That Nature And The Soul Of Man Appear To Be Parts Of One Vast Whole.