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Man's ultimate destiny is to become one with the Divine Power which governs and sustains the creation and its creatures.
Man's ultimate destiny is to become one with the Divine Power which governs and sustains the creation and its creatures.
I feel that I am a man of destiny.
[Ger., Ich fuhl 's das ich der Mann des Schicksals read more
I feel that I am a man of destiny.
[Ger., Ich fuhl 's das ich der Mann des Schicksals bin.]
Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before read more
Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.
Sow an act...reap a habit; Sow a habit...reap a character; Sow a character...reap a destiny.
Sow an act...reap a habit; Sow a habit...reap a character; Sow a character...reap a destiny.
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.
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.
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on read more
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
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!