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.

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

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

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.