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.

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

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.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.

Luck or tragedy, some people get runs. Then of course there are those who divide it even, good and bad, but we never hear of them. Such a life doesn't demand attention. Only the people who get the good or bad runs.

There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant.

As you go through life, there are thousands of little forks in the road, and there are a few really big forks-those moments of reckoning, moments of truth.

See how the Fates their gifts allot, For A is happy-B is not. Yet B is worthy, I dare say, Of more prosperity than A.

The die is cast.

Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.

When Fortune empties her chamberpot on your head, smile and say, 'We are going to have a summer shower.'

Destiny is the invention of the cowardly and the resigned.

We are merely the stars' tennis balls, struck and banded, which way pleases.

I believe in fate, never in chance.

Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn.

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

Fate does not play jokes.

Fate was dealing from the bottom of the deck.

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.