Armenian Is The Language To Speak With

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!

Man Is Born Passionate Of Body, But With An Innate Though Secret Tendency To The Love Of Good In His Main-spring Of Mind. But God Help Us All! It Is At Present A Sad Jar Of Atoms.

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.