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

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

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

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

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

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.

A change of fortune hurts a wise man no more than a change of the moon.

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

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

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

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.

Little folks become their little fate.

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.