In times of great turmoil, I take comfort in grandiloquent expressions of universal pessimism:
"If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die, but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night [….] This you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again?" -- Cormac McCarthy
"Observe now your own epoch of history as it appears to the Last Men. Long before the human spirit awoke to clear cognizance of the world and itself, it sometimes stirred in its sleep, opened bewildered eyes, and slept again. One of these moments of precocious experience embraces the whole struggle of the First Men from savagery toward civilization. Within that moment, you stand almost in the very instant when the species attains its zenith. Scarcely at all beyond your own day is this early culture to be seen progressing, and already in your time the mentality of the race shows signs of decline [...] Animals that were fashioned for hunting and fighting in the wild were suddenly called upon to be citizens, and moreover citizens of a world-community. At the same time they found themselves possessed of certain very dangerous powers which their petty minds were not fit to use. Man struggled; but, as you shall hear, he broke under the strain. " -- Olaf Stapledon
"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever." -- George Orwell
"Brief and powerless is Man's life; on him and all his race the slow, sure doom falls pitiless and dark." -- Betrand Russell
"What is truth? for the multitude [it is] that which it continually reads and hears. A forlorn little drop may settle somewhere and collect grounds on which to determine the 'truth' - but what it obtains is just its truth. The other, the public truth of the moment, which alone matters for effects and successes in the fact-world, is today a product of the press. What the press wills is true. Its comanders evoke, transform, interchange truths. Three weeks of press work, and the 'truth' is acknowledged by everybody [....] The competitors strive by means of money to detach readers, en masse, from the hostile allegiance and to bring them under their own mind-training. And all that they learn in this mind-training is what is considered that they should know - a higher will puts together the picture of their world for them [....] This is the end of democracy. If in the world of truths it is proof that decides all, in that of facts it is success [....] Through money, democracy becomes its own destroyer, after money has destroyed intellect [....] the dreams of the world improvers have turned out to be but the tools of master-natures [...] now sets in the final battle between Democracy and Caesarism, between the leading forces of dictatorial money-economics and the purely political will-to-order of the Caesars." -- Oswald Spengler
"Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men." -- H. P. Lovecraft