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 circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me, unafraid.

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.

_William Earnest Henley_

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Thought is the great builder in human life: it is the determining
factor. Continually think thoughts that are good, and your life will
show forth in goodness, and your body in health and beauty. Continually
think evil thoughts, and your life will show forth in evil, and your
body in weakness and repulsiveness. Think thoughts of love, and you will
love and will be loved. Think thoughts of hatred, and you will hate and