Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time,

Lots Of Things Take Time, And Time Was Momo's Only Form Of Wealth.

You See, Momo... It's Like This. Sometimes, When You've A Very Long Street Ahead Of You, You Think How Terribly Long It Is And Feel Sure You'll Never Get It Swept... And Then You Hurry. You Work Faster And Faster, And Every Time You Look Up There Seems To Be Just As Much To Sweep As Before, And You Try Even Harder…, And You Panic, And In The End You're Out Of Breath And Have To Stop-and Still The Street Stretches Away In From Of You.

To Be Wise Was To Be Above Joy And Sorrow, Fear And Pity, Ambition And Humiliation. It Was To Hate Nothing And To Love Nothing, And Above All To Be Utterly Indifferent To The Love And Hate Of Others.

Human Passions Have Mysterious Ways, In Children As Well As Grown-ups. Those Affected By Them Can't Explain Them, And Those Who Haven't Known Them Have No Understanding Of Them At All.

All That Matters In Life," The Grey Man Went On, "is To Climb The Ladder Of Success, Amount To Something, Own Things. When A Person Climbs Higher Than The Rest, Amounts To More, Owns More Things, Everything Else Comes Automatically: Friendship, Love, Respect, Et Cetera..." "isn't There Anyone Who Loves You?" Momo Whispered.