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

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

God Has Placed The Genius Of Women In Their Hearts, Because The Works Of This Genius Are Always Works Of Love.

What Is Our Life But A Succession Of Preludes To That Unknown Song Whose First Solemn Note Is Sounded By Death?

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

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