But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny and it has been bitter whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.

Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

Think not I am what I appear.