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.

Fate leads the willing and drags along those who hang back.

The future...something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

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

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