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The long arm of coincidence.
The long arm of coincidence.
By some fortuitous concourse of atoms.
[Lat., Fortuito quodam concursu atomorum.]
By some fortuitous concourse of atoms.
[Lat., Fortuito quodam concursu atomorum.]
The massive gates of circumstance
Are turned upon the smallest hinge,
And thus some seeming pettiest chance
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The massive gates of circumstance
Are turned upon the smallest hinge,
And thus some seeming pettiest chance
Oft gives our life its after-tinge.
The trifles of our daily lives,
The common things, scarce worth recall,
Whereof no visible trace survives,
These are the mainsprings after all.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Thus neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Man is not the creature of circumstances,
Circumstances are the creatures of men.
Man is not the creature of circumstances,
Circumstances are the creatures of men.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
It is circumstances (difficulties) which show what men are.
It is circumstances (difficulties) which show what men are.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
