A Sort Of Hostile Transaction,

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

But I Hate Things All Fiction... There Should Always Be Some Foundation Of Fact For The Most Airy Fabric - And Pure Invention Is But The Talent Of A Liar.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.