Dátum: 2006. szeptember 20., 1:58
Feladó: Külső hozzászóló --
Tárgy: Intrepid Investor Report
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Nothing succeeds like success. No hoof, no horse. A word spoken is past rec
alling. That which does not kill you, makes you stronger. Misery loves comp
any.
My Son is my Son 'til he takes him a Wife, my Daughter's my Daughter all he
r life. It's never too late to mend. If at first you don't succeed, try, tr
y again.
There's always a deep breath before a plunge. What a tangled web we weave,
when we practice to deceive. It was probably a waste of time anyway. Paraph
rased from The Mourning Bride, act i, scene i, by William Congreve.
Possible Interpretation: Women do not like the nice guys. Possible Interpre
tation: You cannot explain what some people like. Winners never cheat and c
heaters never win. You will not rise to the occasion, you will default to t
he level of your training Happy wife, happy life. If the shoe fits, wear it