There Is No Passion, More Spectral Or

Why I Came Here, I Know Not; Where I Shall Go It Is Useless To Inquire - In The Midst Of Myriads Of The Living And The Dead Worlds, Stars, Systems, Infinity, Why Should I Be Anxious About An Atom?

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

This Is The Age Of Oddities Let Loose.