Never buy at the bottom, and always sell too soon.

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.

A star is a rock that could no longer hide its beauty from the world.

It takes a lot of courage to be real and raw, to not hide or pretend, to reveal the real you, the true you. This life is yours, to live as you. Brave the courage.

I can still smell dog poo everywhere. It stinks.

Love is leading. People think it has to be two different roles but it is the same.

If I ever complain about yachting around the Mediterranean with Madonna, who I just idolized as a child, I should be slapped across the face.

It became apparent to me really fast that I wasn't going to be able to make a living and pay my bills playing on Broadway.

Duty or guilt may motivate us for awhile, but only a sense of Christ's love for us will motivate us for a lifetime.

Faith is a living, daring confidence in God's grace, so sure and certain that the believer would stake his life on it a thousand times.

Einstein, my upset stomach hates your theory [of General Relativity]—it almost hates you yourself! How am I to' provide for my students? What am I to answer to the philosophers?!!

Do we not hear voices, gentle and great, and some of them like the voices of departed friends,— do we not hear them saying to us, Come up hither?