GNS

“An unused life is an early death.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Iphigenia in Tauris

“Свак је рођен да по једном умре,
част и брука живе довијека!”
― Petar II Petrović Njegoš, Lažni car Šćepan Mali

“When I get lost, I always head uphill.”
― Djuro Sarac

“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