Fate

Moira is the portion allotted at birth; even Zeus will not lift his son from under it.

What is fated comes to pass, but oracles are riddles and men must still choose how to read them.

Not everything that will be is already determined; the future contains genuine contingency.

The atomic swerve breaks fate's iron chain; nature alone rules, but chance and freedom have a home in it.

What is fated is not up to you; freedom lies in assenting to it well.

Whatever happens to you was prepared for you from eternity; receive it as your portion in the universe.

Drop the word 'fate'; what rules the world is providence, and providence does not crush the free will it created.

Fate is the unfolding in time of what providence sees all at once in eternity.

Fate is the order of second causes through which providence works; real, but subordinate to God and compatible with freedom.

Everything follows by necessity from the divine nature; contingency is an illusion born of ignorance.

Napoleon did not move the armies; history is the sum of countless wills, and its law is not visible to its actors.