It never was my thinking that made the big money for me. It was always my sitting. Got that? My sitting tight!

One of the most helpful things that any body can learn is to give up trying to catch the last eighth - or the first. These two are the most expensive eighths in the world.

If a man didn't make mistakes he'd own the world in a month.But if he didn't profit by his mistakes he wouldn't own a blessed thing.

Being broke is a very efficient educational agency.

The big money in booms is always made first by the public - on paper. And it remains on paper.

When it comes to selling stocks, it is plain that nobody can sell unless somebody wants those stocks.If you operate on a large scale you will have to bear that in mind all the time.

The principles of successful stock speculation are based on the supposition that people will continue in the future to make the mistakes that they have made in the past.

The public always wants to be told.

The game taught me the game.

In fact, of all hoodoos in Wall Street I think the resolve to induce the stock market to act as a fairy godmother is the busiest and most persistent.

That is one trouble about trading on a large scale.You cannot sneak out as you can when you pike along.

They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction.'Poor Grendel's had an accident, ' I whisper. 'So may you all.

Act NOW on those ideas! As they say, you snooze you lose. Or as I say, if you BEGIN you WIN.

So long as this struggle known as life goes on, there will always be the music to fit the mood and make it better.

I shot a lot of stuff that no one will ever see. That was my student work. What also happened was there was a big jump in technology.

This truth I firmly hold, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding; my life has been a gift, a blessing to the world.

They [granddaughters] went to Disneyland and Alice proudly told Snow White: 'My grandmother is a famous atlas!' So that's nice - they're happy that I'm an atlas!

That was at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival in about 1989. There were 6,000 women there, and they were out in a meadow, and I offered the tuning meditation and they did it.

I was the fat kid, so as a defense mechanism, I was the jokester.

Dogs live with man as courtiers 'round a monarch, steeped in the flattery of his notice ... to push their favor in this world of pickings and caresses is, perhaps, the business of their lives.

our love for the dead, like a floating iceberg, can only be measured by the depths of our resentments.