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.

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

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

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

People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.