We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures read more

We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures not another. The will and the power
Are diverse.

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.

Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

Think you I bear the shears of destiny?
Have I commandment on the pulse of life?

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic read more

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct
from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our
seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own
influences.

I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop read more

I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop and say, No, I won't do it, I won't behave his way anymore. I'm lonely and I need people around me, maybe I have to change my methods of behaving and then you do it.

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

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

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.

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.

It's choice--not chance--that determines your destiny.

It's choice--not chance--that determines your destiny.