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

People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.

God seems to have left the receiver off the hook, and time is running out.

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

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

As natural selection works solely by and for the good of each being, all corporeal and mental endowments will tend to progress toward perfection.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

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

A change of fortune hurts a wise man no more than a change of the moon.

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

Little folks become their little fate.

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

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