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Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
This is probably the source for: It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
-William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Cassius to Brutus in act I, scene II