Little folks become their little fate.

It would be madness, and inconsistency, to suppose that things which have never yet been performed can be performed without employing some hitherto untried means.

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.

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

The future, like everything else, is no longer quite what it used to be.