George Horace Lorimer,
Letters from a Self-Made Merchant to His Son
“ Trading on margin is a good deal like paddling around the edge of the old swimming hole—it seems safe and easy at first, but before a fellow knows it he has stepped off the edge into deep water. The wheat pit is only thirty [Pg 193] feet across, but it reaches clear down to Hell. And trading on margin means trading on the ragged edge of nothing. ”
