“We are all victims, Anselmo.Our destinies are decidedby a cosmic roll of the dice,the winds of the stars,"the vagrant breezesof fortune that blow fromthe windmills of the gods.”

“When you roll the dice, let someone else act as a catalyst. God does not place with dice.”

“Earth is a homicide victim. We lose our children. There are wars. Disease. And God comes strolling by like a cosmic Billie Burke.”

“It was once stated that God didn't play with dice, but then I discovered that most of the Gods did play with dice. However, they didn't see Destiny playing chess the entire time behind them. They never stood a chance, seeing that Destiny was on both sides of the board.”

“Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.”

“We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate.The wind is blowing; those vessels whose sails are unfurledcatch it, and go forward on their way, but those which havetheir sails furled do not catch the wind. Is that the fault ofthe wind?....... We make our own destiny.”