No serious futurist deals in prediction. These are left for television oracles and newspaper astrologers.

People of the future may suffer not from an absence of choice but from a paralysing surfeit of it. They may turn out to be victims of that peculiarly super-industrial dilemma: overchoice.

One of the more fantastic possibilities is that man will be able to make biological carbon copies of himself.

We futurists have a magic button. We follow every statement about a failed forecast with 'yet.'

Nobody knows the future with certainty. We can, however, identify ongoing patterns of change.

We must search out totally new ways to anchor ourselves, for all the old roots religion, nation, community, family, or profession are now shaking under the hurricane impact of the accelerative thrust.

We need a multiplicity of visions, dreams and prophecies – images of potential tomorrows.

The control of knowledge is the crux of tomorrow’s worldwide struggle for power in every human institution.

One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we’ll need a new definition.

Every generation gets a chance to change the world Pity the nation that won’t listen to your boys and girls Cos the sweetest melody is the one we haven’t heard.