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

They... who await
No gifts from Chance, have conquered Fate.

Slow down, be more strategic, and say no more often.

There's no such thing as chance;
And what to us seems merest accident
Springs from the deepest source of destiny.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Slow but steady wins the race.

Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure
The bastion of sensation. Do not waver
Into language. Do not waver in it.

Yet they, believe me, who await No gifts from Chance, have conquer’d Fate.

Let us get down to work, to slower, more cautious, more persevering and persistent work!

Timing beats speed...precision beats power.

Accuracy, accuracy, precision in execution of everything at all levels. No sloppiness. Game-level focus was the price of admission. Obviously,

“Better to make haste slowly than not at all,” said Amnir sententiously.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.

The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs
Not to be changed at this date;
A life subdued to its instrument.