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

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.

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.

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

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

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

I’ve seen the future, brother; it is murder.

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

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

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

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

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

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