*Swivels back around, kicking his feet upon the heavy walnut desk.*
Oh? You believe chance dictates my success? I do not place confidence in chance, charlatan... I place confidence in myself.
Acknowledging the mere possibility that I could be wrong makes me more of a man than he who turns around and actually corrects what only he perceives to be a mistake. That's second guessing.
And that's a lack of confidence in oneself.
*He reaches forwards, tapping the large red button on the intercom.*
"Mrs. Cosgrove, could you see to it that Mr. Zarkof receives some scented candles to alleviate his problems?"
"Yes, Mr. Augur."
"Thank you, Mrs. Cosgrove. Mr. Zarkof, see yourself out."