All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

The duty of literature is to note what counts, and to light up what is suited to the light. If it ceases to choose and to love, it becomes like a woman who gives herself without preference.

Unhappiness does make people look stupid.

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

A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid.

Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.