I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

As Soon Seek Roses In December, Ice In June, Hope Constancy In Wind, Or Corn In Chaff Believe A Woman Or An Epitaph Or Any Other Thing That’s False Before You Trust In Critics.

Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever Still For Ever Fare Thee Well.