Circumstances beyond my individual control. — Circumstances

"I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse—borne away with every breath."

"The massive gates of circumstance Are turned upon the smallest hinge, And thus some seeming pettiest chance Oft gives our life its after-tinge. The trifles of our daily lives, The common things, scarce worth recall, Whereof no visible trace survives, These are the mainsprings after all."

"Nulla cogente natura, sed concursu quodam fortuito."

"Epicureans, that ascribed the origin and frame of the world not to the power of God, but to the fortuitous concourse of atoms."

"And circumstance, that unspiritual god, And miscreator, makes and helps along Our coming evils, with a critch-like rod, Whose touch turns hope to dust—the dust we all have trod."

"Consilia res magis dant hominibus quam homines rebus."