There Is A Woman At The Begining

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.

Let Us Enjoy The Fugitive Hour. Man Has No Harbor, Time Has No Shore; It Rushes On, And Carries Us With It.

If They Say "you Have Your Last Chance To Look At The World", I Wish That Look Would From Çamlıca Of Istanbul.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

Chance Often Gives Us That Which We Should Not Have Presumed To Ask.