The market is a reflection of human nature, and human nature never changes.
I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.
The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names.
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
