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

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

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

A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.

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

On the highway of life, some 'drivers' may cross your lane, you may take 'the wrong exit'... Remain watchful until you reach your destiny...