Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

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

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.