God - But A Word Invoked To

It Is Admirable To Die The Victim Of One's Faith; It Is Sad To Die The Dupe Of One's Ambition.

The Death Of A Man's Wife Is Like Cutting Down An Ancient Oak That Has Long Shaded The Family Mansion. Henceforth The Glare Of The World, With Its Cares And Vicissitudes Falls Upon The Old Widower's Heart, And There Is Nothing To Break Their Force, Or Shield Him From The Full Weight Of Misfortune. It Is As If His Right Hand Were Withered; As If One Wing Of His Angel Was Broken, And Every Movement That He Made Brought Him To The Ground.

Photography Is Better Than Art. It Is A Solar Phenomenon In Which The Artist Collaborates With The Sun.

Enthusiasm Springs From The Imagination, And Self-sacrifice From The Heart. Women Are, Therefore, More Naturally Heroic Than Men. All Nations Have In Their Annals Some Of These Miracles Of Patriotism, Of Which Woman Is The Instrument In The Hands Of God.

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