I had always been a fatalist about my career. What was to be was to be.
The monk, the inquisitor, and the Jesuit were lords of Spain,- sovereigns of her sovereign, for they had formed the dark and narrow mind of that tyrannical recluse. They had formed the minds of her people, quenched in blood every spark of rising heresy, and given over a noble nation to a bigotry blind and inexorable as the doom of fate. Linked with pride, ambition, avarice, every passion of a rich, strong nature, potent for good and ill, it made the Spaniard of that day a scourge as dire as ever fell on man.
I'm a great believer in fate. I think things happen in spite of, and despite, yourself.
On the golf course, a man may be the dogged victim of inexorable fate, be struck down by an appalling stroke of tragedy, become the hero of unbelievable melodrama, or the clown in a side-splitting comedy.
The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace.
Politicians and public administrators have been aware of unintended consequences for a long time.
It seemed incredible to me that day without premonitions or symbols should be the one of my inexorable death .
God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.
Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life's possibilities.
The universe doesn't owe us condolence or consolation; it doesn't owe us a nice warm feeling inside.
As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.
Only when he voluntarily chooses that which he inexorably must do, has man any free will at all.
Fate gives you the finger and you accept.
Sisyphus, you know, had an easy life.
Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.
If someone was born the way she was born, are you going to blame him, or are you going to blame God? Whose fault is that? Nobody's.