The heart is its own Fate.

The heart is its own Fate.

Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
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Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit:
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.

Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny.

Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

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.

Fate has carried me
'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand--
Not shrink and let read more

Fate has carried me
'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand--
Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast
To pierce another.

They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a
greater fall.
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They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a
greater fall.
[Lat., Tolluntur in altum
Ut lapsu gaviore ruant.]

Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll,
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought goes forth whole.
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Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll,
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought goes forth whole.
- Edward B. Eastwick,