Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?

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

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!