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.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

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

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.

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