O how feeble is man's power,
That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall!
But come bad chance,
And we join to'it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o'er us to'advance.

The man that does not know himself not to be at the mercy of other men, that does not feel that he is invulnerable to all the vicissitudes of fortune, is incapable of a constant and inflexible virtue.

A man’s fate is a man’s fate and life is but an illusion.

"He always tell what it will be like someday."
"Well, a man's mind can't stay in time the way his body does."

It is the coward and the fool who says, This is my fate – so says the Sanskrit proverb. But it is the strong man who stands up and says, I will make my own fate. It is people who are getting old who talk of fate. Young men generally do not come to astrology.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!

I have grown weary of the troubles of life.
I know what has happened to-day and yesterday, before it, but verily, of the knowledge of what will happen to-morrow.
I see death is like the blundering of a blind camel;—him whom he meets he kills, and he whom he misses lives and will become old.
He who does not act with kindness in many affairs will be torn by teeth and trampled under foot.
And he, who makes benevolent acts intervene before honor, increases his honor; and he, who does not avoid abuse, will be abused.
He who keeps his word, will not be reviled; and he whose heart is guided to self-satisfying benevolence will not stammer.
He who dreads the causes of death, they will reach him, even if he ascends the tracts of the heavens with a ladder.
He, who is always seeking to bear the burdens of other people, and does not excuse himself from it, will one day by reason of his abasement, repent.
Many silent ones you see, pleasing to you, but their excess in wisdom or deficiency will appear at the time of talking.
The tongue of a man is one half, and the other half is his mind, and here is nothing besides these two, except the shape of the blood and the flesh.
Verily, as to the folly of an old man there is no wisdom after it, but the young man after his folly may become wise.

Oh vanity of man's unstable mind,
Puffed up with every blast of friendly wind!

Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

how futile is man's poor, weak imagination by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.

We then better understand the weakness of man, and the power of the Supreme: we are struck with the inflexible constancy of the laws which regulate the march of worlds, and which preside over the succession of human generations.

If a man who claims to see the future is a fool,
how much more so, the man who believes he can control it?
We think we steer the ship of fate,
but all of us are guided by unseen stars.

So many times a man's thoughts will waver, That it turns him back from honored paths, As false sight turns a beast, when he is afraid.

The folly of one man is the fortune of another.