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

The future...something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

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

All progress is based upon a universal, innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.

He alone who owns the youth gains the future.

The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.

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

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

Little folks become their little fate.

Men are able to assist fortune but not to thwart her. They can weave her designs, but they cannot destroy them.

Not a change for the better in our human housekeeping has ever taken place that wise and good men have not opposed it—have not prophesied that the world would wake up to find its throat cut in consequence.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.