.... 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.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

Evil is only good perverted.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.