Good But Rarely Came From

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Truth Is A Gem That Is Found At A Great Depth; Whilst On The Surface Of The World All Things Are Weighed By The False Scale Of Custom.

[armenian] Is A Rich Language, However, And Would Amply Repay Any One The Trouble Of Learning It.