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

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

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.

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

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

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

Little folks become their little fate.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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