I’ve seen the future, brother; it is murder.

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.

Men are able to assist fortune but not to thwart her. They can weave her designs, but they cannot destroy them.

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

The world began without man, and it will end without him.