GNS

“Без муке се пјесна не испоја,
без муке се саблја не сакова!
јунаштво је цар зла свакојега
а и пиће најслађе душевно,
којијем се пјане поколјенја.
Благо томе ко довијек живи,
имао се рашта и родити:
вјежна зублја вјечне помрчине
нит'догори, нити свјетлост губи.”
― Petar II Petrović Njegoš, Gorski vijenac

“U dobru je lako dobro biti, na muci se poznaju junaci.”
― Petar II Petrović Njegoš

“Montenegro (1877)

THEY rose to where their sovereign eagle sails,
They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height,
Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and night
Against the Turk; whose inroad nowhere scales
Their headlong passes, but his footstep fails,
And red with blood the Crescent reels from fight
Before their dauntless hundreds, in prone flight
By thousands down the crags and thro' the vales.
O smallest among peoples! rough rock-throne
Of Freedom! warriors beating back the swarm
Of Turkish Islam for five hundred years,
Great Tsernogora! never since thine own
Black ridges drew the cloud and brake the storm
Has breathed a race of mightier mountaineers.
Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1880”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson

“None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free”
― Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe, Elective Affinities