When stocks are attractive, you buy them. Sure, they can go lower. I've bought stocks at $12 that went to $2, but then they later went to $30. You just don't know when you can find the bottom.
quote by Peter Lynch
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I had a few stocks, but stocks took a dive. I never sell my stocks.
quote by Mickey Gilley
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Do not buy the hype from Wall St. and the press that stocks always go up. There are long periods when stocks do nothing and other investments are better.
quote by Jim Rogers
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In the 1920s you could buy stocks on margin. You could put 10 percent down and borrow the rest against your stocks.
quote by Ron Chernow
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We typically hear numbers that there are 34 million households that are in stocks in some form. Well, I say that what's occurred is if you have a job in this country, you're in stocks.
quote by Jim Cramer
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The subsequent effects
I sold some stocks of a company
At a certain rate, after which
The price of the stocks rose the same day.
A bad decision, I thought.
The next day, the price fell lower
Than the rate I had sold at.
A good decision, I thought.
A decision turns good, bad and good
According to its subsequent effects.
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stocks and Life
I wondered why;
Promoters create wealth.
While down the drain goes;
My stock’s health.
Doesn’t he own the same stock?
Which, I crib on round the clock.
I wonder why, they couldn’t build
Rome in a single day;
Why couldn’t I be a graduate?
On my first Birthday.
Just as Rome, the businesses too;
Can’t be created overnight.
They take time to flourish and grow
Through the times, dark and bright.
Stocks and life have a lot in common
Both reward the ones who hold on
The ones who change their view everyday
Are deprived forever of hay
The joys of stocks and the greed rife
Aren’t too different from life
One needs to take them in stride
AND
Put the seat belts on
To enjoy the ride.
poem by Nikunj Sharma
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World’s Fisheries In Deep Crisis
April 2009 stocks
we already knew
world’s fisheries
were in deep crisis
do math shocking
more fishing boats
chase last shrinking
smaller fish stocks
half this world’s
fish caught fishing
we are throwing
back dead or is sales
sold no regard paid
to whether net fish
stock is endangered
or a species bycatch
38 million tonnes
of marine life taken
every year from seas
is not catch intended
target of fishing
vessels numbers
of most popular
species fall rapid
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Chicken soup for investor's soul
I wondered why;
Promoters create wealth.
While down the drain goes;
My stock’s health.
Doesn’t he own the same stock?
Which, I crib on round the clock.
I wonder why, they couldn’t build
Rome in a single day;
Why couldn’t I be a graduate?
On my first Birthday.
Just as Rome, the businesses too;
Can’t be created overnight.
They take time to flourish and grow
Through the times, dark and bright.
Stocks and life have a lot in common
Both reward the ones who hold on
The ones who change their view everyday
Are deprived forever of hay
The road’s bumpy and full of jerks
The joys of stocks and the greed rife
Aren’t too different from life
One needs to take them in stride
Put the seat belts on
To enjoy the ride.
Patience is the key
to you financial goal
this - my son is
The chicken soup for investor’s soul
poem by Nikunj Sharma
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Thirty Years
IT'S THIRTY YEARS THAT I'VE SLAVED.
LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT I'VE SAVED
I BOUGHT SOME STOCKS THEY SAID WERE STARS.
NOW BANKS OWN MY HOUSE AND BOTH USED CARS.
THE KIDS DO CALL, BUT NOT ENOUGH.
THAT ALIMONY MAKES IT TOUGH.
THINGS ARE BETTER SINCE I MET DEB.
SHE'S HELPED ME BACK FROM MY LOW EBB.
WE'LL MARRY SOON, BUT BOTH ARE NERVOUS.
WE CARRY SCARS FROM PREVIOUS SERVICE.
THE NEXT THIRTY YEARS I WON'T BE CONCERNED
WITH DEBBIE, FRIENDS AND WHAT I'VE LEARNED.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Both legs in the stocks or only one, 'tis all the same.
There is no bird flu in commercial stocks.
quote by Michael E. Mann
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Monkey Business
The markets up, the Markets down
For weeks it just meanders.
Alas, my stocks are always down
Each time I take a gander.
GM, Lehman, Citicorp
My broker bought for me-
And you can guess the net result-
IHe bought a yacht, not me.
Those friends who don’t avoid me
Say I’ve reversed Midas’ touch.
I don’t turn things I touch to gold
I turn gold into rust.
I’d heard dart tossing Simians
Can best the S & P
So I went to the Zoo this March
to consult a Chimpanzee.
He took the chartt, he threw the dart
And picked a stock for me-
And now I’m getting margin calls
because I bought BP.
He seemed the sage of Omaha
before he ruined me.
I should have tried Orangutans
And paid their higher fee.
They wanted five bananas
My monkey worked for three.
But now I’m bust because I used
the discount Chimpanzee.
I might have dodged a massive loss
And profited besides
Had I but heeded the baboons’
Sell signaling behinds
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Reformed Penny Pincher
I've figured it out,
I'm more on top...
Than just a dollar.
And I don't bother,
To worry about how many I've got.
I've figured it out,
I'm more on top...
Than just a dollar.
And I don't bother,
To worry about how many I've got.
My worth is not how much I've got up in my pockets.
Copped up in stocks.
Or...
Those markets to be watched.
Nor do I pinch a penny,
Everyday to pitch a fit.
Because I know that pinching pennies,
Makes not a bit of sense.
I've figured it out,
I'm more on top...
Than just a dollar.
And I don't bother,
To worry about how many I've got.
My worth is not knocked up,
Or rocked by losing dollars.
Or scream and holler...
About what I have not.
My worth is not how much I've got up in my pockets.
Copped up in stocks.
Or,
Those markets to be watched.
I guess I'm just a reformed penny pincher.
Believing my self worth a richer picture.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mathematics
I've really done enough of sums,
I've done so very many,
That now instead of doing sum
I'd rather not do any.
I've toiled until my fingers are
With writing out of joint;
And even now of Decimals
I cannot see the point.
Subtraction to my weary mind
Brings nothing but distraction,
And vulgar and improper I
Consider every fraction.
"Practice makes perfect," so they say.
It may be true. The fact is
That I unhappily am not
Yet perfect in my Practice.
Discount is counted troublesome
By my unlearned pate;
For cubic root I entertain
A strongly rooted hate.
The heathen worship stocks and stones;
My pious soul it shocks
To be instructed thus to take
An Interest in Stocks.
Of Algebra I fear I have
A very vague impression;
I study hard, but fail to make
Harmonical Progression.
In Euclid too I always climb
The Asses' Bridge with pain;
A superficies to me
Is anything but plane.
"Apply yourself," my master said,
When I my woes confided,
"And, when you multiply, bestow
Attention undivided."
Oh, if one master tries so hard
Tyrannical to be,
How out of all Proportion I
Should find a Rule of Three.
poem by Arthur Clement Hilton
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Judge not of a ship as she lies on the stocks.
The people who are buying stocks because they're going up and they don't know what they do deserve to lose money.
quote by Jim Cramer
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The party line is that stocks historically have outperformed all other investment plans.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Outbid
When Cupid held an auction sale,
I hastened to his mart,
For I had heard that he would sell
The blue-eyed Dora’s heart.
I brought a wealth of truest love,
The most that I could proffer,
Because, forsooth, of stocks or bonds
I had not one to offer.
When Cupid offered Dora’s heart,
I bid my whole heart’s love,
A love that reached from sea to sea
And to the sky above;
And When Sir Cupid called for more,
I bid my hands and life,
That should be hers for servitude
If she became my wife.
Then 'Going! going!' Cupid cried;
The silence was intense
Until old Goldbags said, 'I bid
My stocks and four per cents!'
Then Cupid cried, 'Fair Dora’s heart,
That ne’er was sold before!
Does anybody raise the bid?
Will any offer more?'
'If not—,' but Count Decrepit rose,
Infirm, decayed and slim;
'I hid my title!' and her heart
Was there knocked down to him.
Well! titles may be more than love!
I shall not rant nor rail;
For after all I much prefer
Some heart that’s not for sale!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Bottom Of The Glass
You think that you have found a way to ease your troubled mind
You fill a glass, then drink it down and fill it one more time
Well, the wine will flow and the pain will go but the spell will never last
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Well, the bottom of the glass is just as empty as your life
You know it holds no secret way to help you in your strife
But for a while youre in another world and you wake up in the past
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
...glass
That bottle there is not your friend when its gone it leaves you cold
The strength it gives you slips away for its something you cant hold
Your hands will shanke and then youll take another from the flask
But youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
Youll never find the answer in the bottom of the glass
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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