There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

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.

A Mistress Never Is Nor Can Be A Friend. While You Agree, You Are Lovers; And When It Is Over, Anything But Friends.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.