Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking out the names of all mankind.
Granting our wish is one of Fate’s saddest jokes.
It is the fate of the coconut husk to float, of the stone to sink.
It is a singular fact that many men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in a divine providence.
Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.
If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.
Whatever limits us we call Fate.
He that is born to be hanged shall never be drowned.
Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.
Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny.