I know from experience that nobody can give me a tip or a series of tips that will make more money for me than my own judgment.

It never was my thinking that made the big money for me. It always was my sitting.

To anticipate the market is to gamble. To be patient and react only when the market gives the signal is to speculate.

Don't take action with a trade until the market, itself, confirms your opinion. Being a little late in a trade is insurance that your opinion is correct. In other words, don't be an impatient trader.

The stock market is never obvious. It is designed to fool most of the people, most of the time.

Men who can both be right and sit tight are uncommon.

A prudent speculator never argues with the tape. Markets are never wrong, opinions often are.

The market does not beat them. They beat themselves, because though they have brains they cannot sit tight.

Every once in a while you must go to cash, take a break, take a vacation. Don't try to play the market all the time. It can't be done, too tough on the emotions.

It isn't as important to buy as cheap as possible as it is to buy at the right time.

Wall Street never changes, the pockets change, the suckers change, the stocks change, but Wall Street never changes, because human nature never changes.

Scientists are human—they're as biased as any other group. But they do have one great advantage in that science is a self-correcting process.

I believe AIDS is the most important issue we face, because how we treat the poor is a reflection of who we are as a people.

The intelligent investor should recognize that market panics can create great prices for good companies and good prices for great companies.

It is just as important that we enter into a dialogue with China.

So, if I ever played Napoleon it would be with an Italian accent. He was an outsider, which also interests me.

Art is an escape from reality.

Work hard, be yourself, and have fun!

Forever," Edward echoed in my ear. I couldn't speak anymore. I lifted my head and kissed him with a passion that might possibly set the forest on fire. I wouldn't have noticed.

But if you loved me Why'd you leave me?

Neither the depth of despondency nor the height of euphoria tells you how long either will last.