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.

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

I don’t try to describe the future. I try to prevent it.

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.

Often the prudent, far from making their destinies, succumb to them; it is destiny which makes them prudent.