This is a wonderful quote, and for those that are not familiar with the poem - it was written by William Ernest Henley, an English poet who suffered from tuberculosis as a child…so you can probably understand the depth and intensity of his words. It’s called the “Invictus” and has remained my favorite poem all these many many years….I read, loved and memorized this when I was ten and recited it in front of my 5th grade class. (My teacher was so impressed (blushing). I’ll see if I can remember it now and you can check me out if you want..let me know if I made a mistake….
“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 straight the gate, how charged with punishment the scroll.
I am the Master of my fate - I am the Captain of my Soul”
W.E.H. 1875 (yes, I even remember the date)