843  There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

883  The fates have given mankind a patient soul.

884  Man is never honestly the fatalist, nor even the stoic. He fights his fate, often desperately. He is forever entering bold exceptions to the rulings of the bench of gods. This fighting, no doubt, makes for human progress, for it favors the strong and the brave. It also makes for beauty, for lesser men try to escape from a hopeless and intolerable world by creating a more lovely one of their own.

844  If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes.

807  Men at some time are the masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.