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.

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.

For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
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For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.

Truly some men there be
That live always in great horrour,
And say it goeth by destiny
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Truly some men there be
That live always in great horrour,
And say it goeth by destiny
To hang or wed: both hath one hour;
And whether it be, I am well sure,
Hanging is better of the twain;
Sooner done, and shorter pain.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that read more

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that hath fed of that worm.

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it read more

O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there,
From me, whose love was of that dignity
That it went hand in hand even with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine!

I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times read more

I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!