The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August