“Never answer a critic, unless he’s right.”

Always do one thing less than you think you can do.

What else but our own sturdy reliance on freedom can explain the unexampled record this country has made?

Even being right 3 or 4 times out of 10 should yield a person a fortune if he has the sense to cut his losses quickly on the ventures where he is wrong.

When good news about the market hits the front page of the New York Times, sell.

Never play tips from “insiders.” They can’t see the forest for the trees.

Two things are bad for the heart – running up stairs and running down people.

Age is only a number, a cipher for the records. A man can’t retire his experience. He must use it. Experience achieves more with less energy and time.

Never follow the crowd.

We grow neither better or worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.

Unless each man produces more than he receives, increases his output, there will be less for him than all the others.

The stock market is people.

I have learned the truth of the observation that the more one approaches great men the more one finds that they are men.

Whatever men attempt, they seem driven to overdo. When hopes are soaring, I always repeat to myself that two and two still make four.

Nobody ever lost money taking a profit

The path that was entered upon only one hundred and fifty years ago … How young she is! It will be centuries before she will adopt that maturity of custom – the clothing of the grave – that some people believe she is already fitted for.

The main purpose of the stock market is to make fools of as many men as possible.

The curse of a journalist is that he always has more questions than answers.

Wisdom isn’t an old guy on top of a mountain in a loin cloth. It isn’t an answer. It’s a question.

Don’t saddle me with your ideals, and spare me all your guilt. For a poet with all the answers, has never yet been built.

You cannot hold God hostage (to your questions). He doesn’t owe you an answer. If you want the peace that passes understanding, you’re going to have to give up your right to understanding. It’s called trust.

If Google doesn’t know the answer, then it’s not a question

I asked her about life, and it was as if she rummaged around in a dusty chest to get me the answers.

Ask a writer what he thinks about critics and the answer you get is similar to what you get when you ask a lamppost how he feels about dogs.

Deny your emotions and act like you have answers