Never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.
Life is just life. We live, we die, we go to the corpse hall. There is no music, just chance. Fate is relentless.
I cook every chance in my pot. And only when it hath been quite cooked do I welcome it as my food.[Ich koche mir noch jeden Zufall in meinem Topfe. Und erst, wenn er da gar gekocht ist, heisse ich ihn willkommen, als meine Speise.]
Can anyone alter it? he wondered. All of us combined… or one great figure… or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have for happiness where you find it, and not worry too much about other people. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
An ingenious web of probabilities – the surest screen a wise man can place between himself and the truth.
A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won’t fail to see a chance to meddle.