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Business, to be successful, must be based on science, for demand and supply are matters of mathematics, not guesswork.

If you can get others to believe that your random guesses are actual answers, they__l never guess that you never understood the question in the first place.

With teamwork, any little contribution you make yields greater output when it meets the contribution of others, and guess who gets the plus? Everyone in the team!

What's the difference between rain and grain? Only a g, though they both grow in the land, and they don't land but fall. What a difference a g makes!

Assumption is one dreadful and incurable disease, which sticks to the soul and wiggles across the skin.

A belief is an uneducated guess.

YOU are YOU! Know YOU can! YOU must not be afraid because God has a prosperous future plan for YOU! YOU got to know YOU! Guess who you are? YOU are a blessing to all others especially me!

She lay outside in the courtyard, staring up at the raindrops_ feeling them hit her body_ trying to guess where one would land next. The nuns called again, threatening that pneumonia might make an insufferably headstrong child a lot less curious about nature.

They have their opinions, but we have the answers.

You should never try and out guess Mother Nature because when you do, you come off second best.

I guess that sometimes it just takes a long walk through the darkness, a long walk through the darkest shadows and corners of your soul to realize that those are a part of you as well, that you've created through your experiences and thoughts those parts within yourself and as much as you can choose to fear them and repress them, they will require your attention one day, they will need your care and acceptance before you can clean them away and turn the lights on. For you refuse to shine the light on something that is imperfect, because you fear judgement and rejection, but you can always choose to look towards the light as the only source of true beauty and love that can help you in the cleaning process. Healing, after a long time of struggle and mess is a complex process, but a necessary one nevertheless. We are so overwhelmed by the amount of work it requires that we so often choose to run away from the light, hide in our dark corner and hope that we will never be found, hope that we will never be seen, or desperately look outwards for that love and compassion that we can no longer find within ourselves, for our soul's light no longer shines as it used to. And sometimes we just find those people that can see the light beneath all that dust and darkness that's been pilled up, those kind of light workers that understand our broken souls and manage to pick us up and see the beauty within us, when we find it so hard to see it ourselves. Sometimes I get so tired of separation, of division, of groups and different religions and belief systems. Even if you do find the truth, once you've put it into words, books and rules it already becomes distorted by the mind into something that is no longer truth. So I no longer hope for understanding, no longer hope for the opinion of a judgemental mind, but I hope to find the words that touch the soul before the mind, I hope to find the touch that warms the heart from deep inside, and hope to find that far away abandoned part of me which I've left behind.

My dreams become reality.Your dreams become forgotten.I guess that's why we're different,I don't fit into the crowd.Whereas you're part of the flock.

Name the different kinds of people,_ said Miss Lupescu. __ow.__od thought for a moment. __he living,_ he said. __r. The dead._ He stopped. Then, _... Cats?_ he offered, uncertainly.

I want to __hink_ that I have all the answers. But if I __hink_, I soon realize that what I thought to be answers were guesses. And if I __hink_ yet again, I begin to realize that since God has all the answers He never hands me a guess.

If I were to make an uneducated guess about L.A.'s relationship with folk and psychedelia, I would say it must be the weather.

I guess it's ridiculously romantic, but I wanted to be a full tilt, sink-or-swim writer.

I guess I'm a bit of a romantic.

My guess is my brother would call his mom and his dad pretty regularly, a lot more than I probably did.