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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.
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!
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your read more
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your habits, for they become character.Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.
Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
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.
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, read more
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.
A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.
A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.
Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O, read more
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!
