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.

He alone who owns the youth gains the future.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

God seems to have left the receiver off the hook, and time is running out.

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

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

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