For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it read more

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is read more

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

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.

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one read more

It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.

Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.

Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.

Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on read more

Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, read more

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of
night, time out of space, read more

Art and power will go on as they have done,--will make day out of
night, time out of space, and space out of time.