“Where there is no freedom, there is death and destruction.”

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.

Freedom and independence form my character.

A good teacher is like a candle – it consumes itself to light the way for others.

Justice is the infrastructure of proprietorship.

To write history is as important as to make history. It is an unchanging truth that if the writer does not remain true to the maker, then it takes on a quality that will confuse humanity.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

As the sun is best seen at his rising and setting, so men’s native dispositions are clearest seen when they are children, and when they are dying.

These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.

Nothing is born, nothing dies.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.

If a tree dies, plant another in its place.