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.

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

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.

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.