On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.
|
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
|
While the fates permit, live happily life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.
|
While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.
|
Yet saddest of all fates, surely, is to have lost that sense of the holiness of life altogether; that we commit the blasphemy of bringing thousands of lives to a cruel and terrifying death or of making those lives a living death -- and feel nothing.
|
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
|
Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.
|
The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
|
They say geniuses mostly have great mothers. They mostly have sad fates.
|