I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
I am utterly convinced that Science and Peace will triumph over Ignorance and War, that nations will eventually unite not to destroy but to edify, and that the future will belong to those who have done the most for the sake of suffering humanity.
Yes, I was thinking: we live without a future. That’s what’s queer: with our noses pressed to a closed door.
As for a future life, every man must judge for himself between conflicting vague probabilities.
Times and conditions change so rapidly that we must keep our aim constantly focused on the future.
The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.
Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.
Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.
My future is righteousness.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine.
Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now.
