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

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

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.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

Time will reveal everything. It is a babbler and speaks even when not asked.