Little folks become their little fate.

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.

Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.

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