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.

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.]

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.

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.

I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among you who read more

I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is read more

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge read more

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.

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!

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.