My Altars Are The Mountains And The

'twas Strange That One So Young Should Thus Concern His Brain About The Action Of The Sky; If You Think 'twas Philosophy That This Did, I Can't Help Thinking Puberty Assisted.

It Would Be Difficult, Perhaps, To Find The Annals Of A Nation Less Stained With Crimes Than Those Of The Armenians, Whose Virtues Have Been Those Of Peace, And Their Vices Those Of Compulsion. But Whatever May Have Been Their Destiny And It Has Been Bitter Whatever It May Be In Future, Their Country Must Ever Be One Of The Most Interesting On The Globe.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.