“Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that is left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die.”

I prefer the errors of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.

Science neither cares to please nor to displease. She is inhuman. It is not science but poetry that charms and consoles. And that is why poetry is more necessary than science.

When a thing has been said and said well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it.

Of all sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

Dictionary: The universe in alphabetical order.

Man is a rational animal. He can think up a reason for anything he wants to believe.

The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.

People who have no weaknesses are terrible; there is no way of taking advantage of them.

It is by acts and not by ideas that people live.

It is not customary to love what one has

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

Without lies, humanity would perish of despair and boredom

Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have lent me.

An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don’t.

But I deny that He created the world; at the most He organised but an inferior part of it, and all that He touched bears the mark of His rough and unforeseeing touch.

Awaken people’s curiosity. It is enough to open minds, do not overload them. Put there just a spark.

If you look around, you can find a face of God in each thing, because He is not hidden in a church, in a mosque, or a synagogue, but everywhere. As there is no one who lives after seeing him, there is also no one dying after seeing him. Who finds Him, stays forever with him.

And no renown can render you well-known: For if you think that fame can lengthen life By mortal famousness immortalized, The day will come that takes your fame as well, And there a second death for you awaits.

What can my enemies do to me? My paradise is in my heart, it is with me wherever I go. To imprison me is to provide me with seclusion. To send me into exile is to send me away in the Path of Allah. And to kill me is to make me a martyr.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

You know what I always say about basketball whenever anybody tried to tell me the Knicks are gonna be good: They’re old. Old people don’t get healthy. They die.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.