O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
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“There's really no point in having children if you're not going to be home enough to father them.”
“You might not be able to stomach it, but as long as you can mind it, your heart will be all right.”