I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.