If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.

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.

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.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

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.]

Dreams are like stars...you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.

Dreams are like stars...you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.

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.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Men are what their mothers made them.

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.