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

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.

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

Often the prudent, far from making their destinies, succumb to them; it is destiny which makes them prudent.

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

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

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.

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

It would be madness, and inconsistency, to suppose that things which have never yet been performed can be performed without employing some hitherto untried means.

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

He alone who owns the youth gains the future.

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

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.