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.

Little folks become their little fate.

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.

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

My interest is in the future, because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We must confess that at present the rich predominate, but the future will be for the virtuous and ingenious.

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.