You see, even a man with no future gets himself into conniptions of . . . of anticipation. What next? When will it be? Will they come? Is that all? What will happen?
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
The future lies ahead like a glittering city, but like the cities of the desert disappears when approached.
The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.
The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate.
The future is imaginary and all its promises and fears imagined. We can rest in this moment.