Even though it was destined that he would have gas trouble that day, his prayer changed it all and instead of gas trouble in his belly, he had trouble in his gas stove.

The fate is like an archer aiming at an apple arranged on man’s head: if it shoots successfully it wins, if it misses the target, the man losses.

‘Sure, my son you can control your fate but first learn to control your kick', thus spake a karateka monk to a gawky peter pan.

Oh God! Give me patience to tolerate the stupidity of human beings and nuisance of mosquitoes.

The wheel of fate is whirling at dazzling speed, stop it with a rod of your life, or get break down to pieces.

Nature doesn't care a hoot, about men's belief in the higher power governing his fate; in fact, less a puppet looks at string and its puller, more a puppeteer enjoys the play.