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

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.

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

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

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.