“To every man there openeth a way, and ways, and a way. And the high soul climbs the high way, and the low soul gropes the low. And in between, on the misty flats, the rest drift to and fro. But to every man there openeth a high way and a low, and every man decideth the way his soul shall go.”

-Mehmet Murat Ildan

“If you can live the beauty of the misty mornings, you are the king, you are the queen!”

-Mehmet Murat Ildan