Fate is what happens to you when your luck runs out.

Fate is what happens to you when your luck runs out.

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.

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before read more

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before nightfall the distance assigned to each of us.

Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All read more

Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.

Sow an act...reap a habit; Sow a habit...reap a character; Sow a character...reap a destiny.

Sow an act...reap a habit; Sow a habit...reap a character; Sow a character...reap a destiny.

The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our read more

The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, forever.

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

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.

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking read more

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking forward, are indeed
Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age
Are petrified forever.