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No power or virtue of man could ever have deserved that what has
been fated should not have taken read more
No power or virtue of man could ever have deserved that what has
been fated should not have taken place.
[Lat., Nulla vis humana vel virtus meruisse unquam potuit, ut,
quod praescripsit fatalis ordo, non fiat.]
Stern fate and time
Will have their victims; and the best die first,
Leaving the bad still read more
Stern fate and time
Will have their victims; and the best die first,
Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime,
To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd
Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst.
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.
They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a
greater fall.
[Lat., Tolluntur read more
They are raised on high that they may be dashed to pieces with a
greater fall.
[Lat., Tolluntur in altum
Ut lapsu gaviore ruant.]
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
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,
Destiny has two ways of crushing us -- by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.
Destiny has two ways of crushing us -- by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
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,
