I Had A Dream, Which Was Not

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.

Sometimes We Are Less Unhappy In Being Deceived By Those We Love, Than In Being Undeceived By Them.

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

The Basis Of Your Religion Is Injustice. The Son Of God The Pure, The Immaculate, The Innocent, Is Sacrificed For The Guilty. This Proves His Heroism, But No More Does Away With Man's Sin Than A School Boy's Volunteering To Be Flogged For Another Would Exculpate A Dunce From Negligence.

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.