Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.
There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
Obedience decks the Christian most.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.