You can't bring back the past. It's gone. All you can do is let go, move on, and make better read more

You can't bring back the past. It's gone. All you can do is let go, move on, and make better memories for the future.

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important read more

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

A fixed image of the future is in the worst sense a historical.

A fixed image of the future is in the worst sense a historical.

Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot read more

Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that read more

You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

The future is like heaven. Everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

The future is like heaven. Everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

My interest is in the future because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.

My interest is in the future because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have read more

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has
died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an aeon
or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.