Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All read more

Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our read more

The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, forever.

But you can catch yourself entertaining habitually certain ideas and setting others aside; and that, I think, is where our read more

But you can catch yourself entertaining habitually certain ideas and setting others aside; and that, I think, is where our personal destinies are largely decided.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.

And when man faces destiny, destiny ends and man comes into his own.