He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.

He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

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.

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

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

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

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.

We create our fate every day we live

We create our fate every day we live

Rowe's Rule: the odds are five to six that the light at the end
of the tunnel is the read more

Rowe's Rule: the odds are five to six that the light at the end
of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train.

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.]