.... 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.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.