“We do not consider our principles as dogmas contained in books that are said to come from heaven. We derive our inspiration, not from heaven, or from an unseen world, but directly from life.”

Peace at home is peace in the country. Peace in the country is peace in the world.

This nation has never lived without independence. We cannot and shall not live without it. Either independence or death.

Unless a nation’s life faces peril, war is murder.

The future is in the skies.

A youth with wings are the assurance of our nation’s future. We must start to work right away and make progress so that; if one day Westerners leave their footprints on the moon, we shall place a Turkish one among those.

A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.

Concepts of well-being for countries, for peoples and for individuals are changing. In such a world, to argue for rules that never change would be to deny the reality found in scientific knowledge and reasoned judgment.

In order to stave off covetouness, greed, and spite, citizens world over must be educated.

Science is the only true guide in life.

No matter how rich and prosperous, a nation without independence, cannot be subject to any behaviour before the humanity, at a higher level than serving.

Peace at home, peace in the world.

Sovereignty is not given, it is taken.

Authority, without any condition and reservation, belongs to the nation.

The nation has placed its faith in the precept that all laws should be inspired by actual needs here on earth as a basic fact of national life.

In human life, you will find players of religion until the knowledge and proficiency in religion will be cleansed from all superstitions, and will be purified and perfected by the enlightenment of real science.

A nation devoid of art and artists cannot have a full existence.

Every reader, if he has a strong mind, reads himself into the book, and amalgamates his thoughts with those of the author.

I hate books; they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.

His money went largely toward books, which to him were like sacred objects, providing ballast for his mind.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

I really like to look like a history book. I can look the 1940s, I can look 1970s hippie-chic, or sometimes I’ll pull that ’80s Brooklyn hip-hop kid with the door-knocker earrings.

So many books, so little time.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

Tell me how you read and I’ll tell you who you are.