Little folks become their little fate.

Tomorrow never comes, man. It’s all the same fucking day.

Time will reveal everything. It is a babbler and speaks even when not asked.

Every man takes the limits of his own vision for the limits of the world.

The world began without man, and it will end without him.

The world is dying of machinery; that is the great disease, that is the plague that will sweep away and destroy civilization; man will have to rise against it sooner or later.

The less a man knows about the past and the present, the more insecure must prove to be his judgment of the future.

Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.

He alone who owns the youth gains the future.

Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.

Fate leads the willing and drags along those who hang back.

I don’t try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.

We must confess that at present the rich predominate, but the future will be for the virtuous and ingenious.