What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.
Love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us.
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.
When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.
What we must learn to do is to create unbreakable bonds between the sciences and the humanities. We cannot procrastinate. The world of the future is in our making. Tomorrow is now.
We face the future fortified with the lessons we have learned from the past. It is today that we must create the world of the future.
We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.
We are made wise not by the recollections of our past, but by the responsibilities of our future.
We are fond of looking to the future, because our secret wishes make us apt to turn in our favour the uncertainties which move about in it hither and thither.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
