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,

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.

The heart is its own Fate.

The heart is its own Fate.

As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse
causeless shall not come.

As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse
causeless shall not come.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever read more

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.

Yet who shall shut out Fate?

Yet who shall shut out Fate?

Unhappy is the fate of one who tries to win his battles and succeed in his attacks without cultivating the read more

Unhappy is the fate of one who tries to win his battles and succeed in his attacks without cultivating the spirit of enterprise, for the result is waste of time and general stagnation.

Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.

Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.

We create our fate every day we live

We create our fate every day we live