I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.

.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.