The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.
Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.
Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.