The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

That which God writes on thy forehead, thou wilt come to it.

I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

Fate does not play jokes.

A man does not hurt his finger unless it is decreed from above.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.

It is God's giving if we laugh or weep.

Men are in the hands of the Creator like reeds upon the water. They move to and fro... . The waves bend them into various directions, but they bend back... . They bend back to the position that was predestined for them. Such is man. There is no escape from the road on which he was told to go.