William Shakespeare on Future

“How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown.”

“If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not; Speak then to me.”

“God, if Thy will be so, Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace, With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!”

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”