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Out of the Night (Poem)

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstances
I have not whined nor cried aloud;
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll;
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

—Selected from the poem "Invictus"

Justice reigns in the moral world as the equilibrium does in the physical world; and the destiny of souls is but the perpetual result of their capabilities, their aspirations, and, consequently, of their works.
—Camille Flammarion

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William Ernest Henley

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