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

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

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

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.

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

Little folks become their little fate.

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

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

The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.

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.

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

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