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.

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

Little folks become their little fate.

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

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

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

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.

He alone who owns the youth gains the future.

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.

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

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.

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.