Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the evitable.
No little lily-handed Baronet he,A great broad-shouldered genial Englishman,A lord of fat prize-oxen and of sheep,A raiser of huge melons and of pine,A patron of some thirty charities.
If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.
Fate determines many things, no matter how we struggle.
A fat person lives shorter but eats longer.
It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is over-ruled by fate.
Guns will make us powerful butter will make us fat.
Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.
One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that flow.'Tis the set of sails and not the galesWhich tells us the way to go.
Edward BullThe curate he was fatter than his cure.
My grandfather Frank Lloyd Wright wore a red sash on his wedding night. That, is glamour
Fat man, you shoot a great game of pool.
My father dealt in stocks and shares and my mother also had a lot of time on her hands.
How many inner resources one needs to tolerate a life of leisure without fatigue.
It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul.
. . . and many a good time we went back again, long afterward, and broke our rejected lump with great exultation to find it fat with the riches of the mind.
He hath loosed the fateful Iightning of his terrible swift sword.His truth is marching on.
Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
Thinking is to me the greatest fatigue in the world.
My forefather didn't come over on the Mayflower, but they were there to meet the boat.
My father had always said there are four things a child needs plenty of love, nourishing food, regular sleep, and lots of soap and water. After that, what he needs most is some intelligent neglect.
Fat as a hog.
Fat as a cow.
Church ain't over till the fat lady sings.
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.