Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly.

Tis money that begets money

There is nothing like the ticker tape except a woman-nothing that promises, hour after hour, day after day such sudden developments; nothing that disappoints so often or occasionally fulfills with such unbelievable, passionate magnificence.

Speculation is the romance of trade, and casts contempt upon all its sober realities. It renders the stockjobber a magician, and the exchange a region of enchantment.

Let Wall Street have a nightmare and the whole country has to help get them back in bed again.

On Wall Street, he and a few others-how many?-three hundred, four hundred, five hundred?-had become precisely that... Masters of the Universe. There was... no limit whatsoever!