The legacy of the Armenian Genocide is woven into the fabric of America.
I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. . . . Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
If I repeated some passages from the homilies of the Church Fathers, in the second or third century, about how we must treat the poor, some would accuse me of giving a Marxist homily.
It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.
But in this world nothing is sure but death and taxes. [Fr. , Mais dons ce monde, il n'y a rien d'assure que le mort et les impots. ]
It is good breeding alone that can prepossess people in your favor at first sight, more time being necessary to discover greater talents.