But often the great cat Fate lets us go only to clutch us again in a fiercer grip.
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The Curse of Eve
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"What must be shall be."
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Romeo and Juliet
by
William Shakespeare
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.
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The Vicar of Wakefield
by
Oliver Goldsmith
The future was with Fate. The present was our own.
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The Poison Belt
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.
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Allan Quatermain
by
H. Rider Haggard
"It is not Justice the servant of men, but accident, hazard, Fortune--the ally of patient Time--that holds an even and scrupulous balance."
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Lord Jim
by
Joseph Conrad
"This whole act's immutably decreed. 'Twas rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before this ocean rolled. Fool! I am the Fates' lieutenant; I act under orders."
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Moby Dick
by
Herman Melville
You know how often the turning down this street or that, the accepting or rejecting of an invitation, may deflect the whole current of our lives into some other channel. Are we mere leaves, fluttered hither and thither by the wind, or are we rather, with every conviction that we are free agents, carried steadily along to a definite and pre-determined end?
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The Stark Munro Letters
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.
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Heart of Darkness
by
Joseph Conrad
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
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Great Expectations
by
Charles Dickens