SOME GOLDEN WORDS, I FOUND IN MY DIARY

TALK

They never taste who always drink!

They always talk who never think.

(Priot: On a Passage)

UNCONQUERABLE WILL 

What though the field be lost?

All is not lost; the unconquerable will,

And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield;

And what is else not to be overcome;

(Milton)

PRESENT

Trust no future, how e'er pleasant

Let the dead past bury its dead,

Act, act in the living present

Heart within and God overhead.

(Longfellow)

FATE

It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am master of my fate;

I am the captain my soul.

(W.E. Henley: Invictus)