Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In

I Have Never Felt Any Rest In Sleep. For A Few Seconds I Am Numbed, Then A New Life Begins, Freed From The Conditions Of Time And Space, And Doubtless Similar To That State Which Awaits Us After Death. Who Knows If There Is Not Some Link Between Those Two Existences And If It Is Not Possible For The Soul To Unite Them Now?

When The Soul Drifts Uncertainly Between Life And The Dream, Between The Mind's Disorder And The Return To Cool Reflection, It Is In Religious Thought That We Should Seek Consolation.

İstanbul Is A Magical Seal Which Unites Europe And Asia Since The Ancient Times. Without A Doubt, Istanbul Is Certainly The Most Beautiful Place Of The World.

The Enthusiasm Of Old Men Is Singularly Like That Of Infancy.

How Have I Been Able To Live So Long Outside Nature Without Identifying Myself With It? Everything Lives, Moves, Everything Corresponds; The Magnetic Rays, Emanating Either From Myself Or From Others, Cross The Limitless Chain Of Created Things Unimpeded; It Is A Transparent Network That Covers The World, And Its Slender Threads Communicate Themselves By Degrees To The Planets And Stars. Captive Now Upon Earth, I Commune With The Chorus Of The Stars Who Share In My Joys And Sorrows.