As a kid, I would've loved to get a tweet from David Bowie or Joan Rivers or Tom Cruise. It's great that you can communicate with people and it's instant.
Don't give me timing, give me time
The game of speculation is the most uniformly fascinating game in the world. But it is not a game for the stupid, the mentally lazy, the person of inferior emotional balance, or the get-rich-quick adventurer. They will die poor.
Just remember, without discipline, a clear strategy, and a concise plan, the speculator will fall into all the emotional pitfalls of the market - jump from one stock to another, hold a losing position too long, and cut out of a winner too soon, for no reason other than fear of losing profit. Greed, Fear, Impatience, Ignorance, and Hope will all fight for mental dominance over the speculator. Then, after a few failures and catastrophes the speculator may become demoralised, depressed, despondent, and abandon the market and the chance to make a fortune from what the market has to offer.
Wall Street never changes, the pockets change, the suckers change, the stocks change, but Wall Street never changes, because human nature never changes.
To anticipate the market is to gamble. To be patient and react only when the market gives the signal is to speculate.
They say you never grow poor taking profits. No, you don't. But neither do you grow rich taking a four-point profit in a bull market. Where I should have made twenty thousand dollars I made two thousand. That was what conservatism did for me.
There are more hackers breeding every day, and more brilliant minds are turning into hackers. Security has advanced, but so have hackers.
Light may earth's crumbling sand be laid on thee, that dogs may dig thy bones up easily
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped to the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back
Not all teachers utilize both forms of light. In certain circles, those teachers who can manifest the light of samadhi but not the mystical light have put down the mystical light.