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

It's odd to think we might have been sun, moon and stars to each other -only I turned down one little street, and you turned up another.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.

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

If we look on heaven and earth as a single crucible, and on the creator as the founder, would there be any place I could not go? When it is time, I will fall asleep, and when the right time comes, I will wake up again.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

Whatsoe'er we perpetrate, We do but row, we are steered by fate.

Men see things late, and it may be that at times an evil fate drives them on.

Necessity is harsh. Fate has no reprieve.

Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is this wriggle.