In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."

It is a pity, in my opinion, that no prize exists for the writer who best refrains from adding to the world's bad books.

When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.

The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

It is simply in the nature of Armenian to study, to learn, to question, to speculate, to discover, to invent, to revise, to restore, to preserve, to make, and to give.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.