One Half The World Must Sweat And

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In The City Of God.

I Am The Angel Of The Sun Whose Flaming Wheels Began To Run When God's Almighty Breath Said To The Darkness And The Night, Let There Be Light! And There Was Light.

If You Once Understand An Author's Character, The Comprehension Of His Writings Becomes Easy.

.... 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.