There is no hope of success for the person who does not have a central purpose, or definite goal at which to aim.

And that destination for which we should strive is one of a successful life not necessarily a life of success.

To find his place and fill it is success for a man.

I have only to be true to the highest I know - success or failure is in the hand of God.

But success and failure are of no account. They are God's concern, not mine.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

What you dream, you can grow. Someone told me that, but I didn't believe it. I said I had nothing and that people with nothing are unable to dream. But I was wrong.

She truly believed that she carried her own fate in the palm of her hand, as if destiny was nothing more than a green marble or a robin's egg, a trinket any silly girl could scoop up and keep. She believed that all you wanted, you would eventually receive, and that fate was a force which worked with you, not against you.

She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something inside her, beating against her ribs, urging her to do things she might not otherwise attempt. She had the strongest desire to get lost.

Was it fate?" she asked. "Do we care?" he answered.

For some, witchery was a choice, but not for them.