All we ask here is that you give us your heart.
Show up every day, work hard, and don’t complain, and in fifty years you’ll get a nice gold watch. Which will be slipped on your cold, dead wrist.
Never attribute to stupidity that which can be adequately explained by a pathological bloodlust for control.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and now they’re bringing it right to my driveway and taxing me for it.