Quotes by William Ernest Henley

“Open your heart, and take us in, Love — love and me.”

“The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls... The Fates give us chaff for grain And Time, the Thunderer, hurls, Like bolted death, disdain At all that heart and brain Conceive, great or small, Upon this earthly ball... We tug and sweat and strain; We grovel, or we reign; We saunter, or we brawl; We answer, or we call; We search the stars for Fame... Life is a smoke that curls — Curls in a flickering skein, That winds and whisks and whirls, A figment thin and vain, Into the vast Inane... Burned in one common flame Are wisdoms and insanities. For this alone we came: — "O Vanity of Vanities!"”

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”