“Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.”

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Think not I am what I appear.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

I love New York. I was sad, depressed and incredibly moved by our fellow countrymen and what they’ve done. I wanted to give people a chance to see something funny, have a distraction.

Countrymen, the task ahead is great indeed, and heavy is the responsibility; and yet it is a noble and glorious challenge.

To live and die amongst foreigners may seem less absurd than to live persecuted or tortured by one’s fellow countrymen….

The untruthful soldier trifles with the lives of his countrymen and the honor and safety of his country.