Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.
The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
Armenian is the language to speak with God.