Random Miracles: A Memoir

Happy the Man Happy he, and happy he alone, is the man who can call today his own, the man who, secure within, can say: Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Whether fair or foul or rain or shine, all my days, in spite of fate, are mine. Not even Heaven upon the past has power: What has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Horace First Century, B.C.