Wall Street does not release its disciples cost-free. First it makes sure they’re mental and emotional cripples, and then lets them decide if they still want to leave.

For a trader — hell, for any American — being empty of promise is an abomination.

Coming between a trader and his book is like coming between a blue-haired old lady and her lucky slot machine: You will be denying them their pursuit of happiness.

And the fools… well, the fools are there for us to fleece and then to show mercy.

You are either on Wall Street or you’re a bum and there’s nothing in between.