.... 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.

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Music is the universal language of mankind.