I feel that I am a man of destiny.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
The happy man does not notice the flight of time.
Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.