“I am ruling the world; the future belongs to me!”

“The future belongs to you. Should anyone insult you, tell yourself this: I am a child of destiny who will unite East and West and change the world.”

“Everything belongs to me because I am poor.”

“They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!”

“If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.”

“But I am thinking now of your favorite of whom you have talked to me sometimes, and read me, too, some of his letters, of Mozart. How was it with him in his day? Who controlled things in his times and ruled the roost and gave the tone and counted for something? Was it Mozart or the business people, Mozart or the average man? And in what fashion did he come to die and be buried? And perhaps, I mean, it has always been the same and always will be…Time and the world, money and power belong to the small people and the shallow people. To the rest, to the real men belongs nothing.”