Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall read more

Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate?
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,

Each man is the architect of his own fate.

Each man is the architect of his own fate.

But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up
another.

But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up
another.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.

The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.

It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.

It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.

Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who read more

Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb,
Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.

Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.

Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.

We create our fate every day we live

We create our fate every day we live