Man is man because he is free to operate within the framework of his destiny. He is free to deliberate, to make decisions, and to choose between alternatives. He is distinguished from animals by his freedom to do evil or to do good and to walk the high road of beauty or tread the low road of ugly degeneracy.

That man [Sir Sydney Smith] made me miss my destiny.

I have always felt it is my destiny to build a machine that would allow man to fly.

The future destiny of a child is always the work of the mother.

Destiny urges me to a goal of which I am ignorant. Until that goal is attained I am invulnerable, unassailable. When Destiny has accomplished her purpose in me, a fly may suffice to destroy me.

Every person must decide at some point, whether they will walk in light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.