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

All progress is based upon a universal, innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.

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

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

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

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.

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

Little folks become their little fate.

As natural selection works solely by and for the good of each being, all corporeal and mental endowments will tend to progress toward perfection.

The future comes like an unwelcome guest.

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.

Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.

Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.