There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

What the reason of the ant laboriously drags into a heap, the wind of accident will collect in one breadth. [Was der Ameise Vernunft muhsam, zu Haufen schleppt, jagt in einem Hui der Wind des Zufalls zusammen.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.

I feel that I am a man of destiny. [Ger., Ich fuhl 's das ich der Mann des Schicksals bin.]

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.