Thus, the ultimate choice for a man, inasmuch as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate.
The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in the water. What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky?
The moon is at her crystal window Spinning and weaving. . .
The cat is, above all things, a dramatist.
Istanbul is inspiring because it has its own code of architecture, literature, poetry, music.
Kissing's no fun when you have herpes
I personally think that most people, most of the time, do the right thing. I just believe this. Otherwise, the world would be chaos, and it's not.