It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
“Invictus” (1875)
Quotations by:
Henley, William Ernest
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark’s is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.William Ernest Henley (1849-1903) English poet, critic, editor
Echoes