Herman Melville (1819-1891), White-Jacket
, chapter 75:
But all events are mixed in a fusion indistinguishable. What we
call Fate is even, heartless, and impartial; not a fiend to
kindle bigot flames, nor a philanthropist to espouse the cause of
Greece. We may fret, fume, and fight; but the thing called Fate
everlastingly sustains an armed neutrality.
Yet though all this be so, nevertheless, in our own hearts, we
mould the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we
fashion our own gods. Each mortal casts his vote for whom he will
to rule the worlds; I have a voice that helps to shape eternity;
and my volitions stir the orbits of the furthest suns. In two
senses, we are precisely what we worship. Ourselves are Fate.