Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

Too Much I've Seen, And Felt, And Lov'd In Life, Living I Come To Seek Lethaean Calm; Let Me, Fair Scenes! Forget All Worldly Strife, Oblivion Solely Is My Bosom's Balm.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

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