There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

If fallacies come knocking at my door, I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score, Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt, And run the risk of barring one Truth out. And if pretension for a time deceive, And prove me one too ready to believe, Far less my shame, than if by stubborn act, I brand as lie, some great colossal Fact.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Affirm the body, beautiful and whole, The earth-expression of immortal soul. Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour, To speed between thee and the source of power. Affirm the spirit, the Eternal I — Of this great trinity no part deny.