Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster they call destiny.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster they call destiny.

But you can catch yourself entertaining habitually certain ideas and setting others aside; and that, I think, is where our read more

But you can catch yourself entertaining habitually certain ideas and setting others aside; and that, I think, is where our personal destinies are largely decided.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when read more

Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when we say
"'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic read more

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct
from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our
seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own
influences.

Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.