"By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day."
"Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove."
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Source: Robert Frost (1986). “Robert Frost”, Clarkson Potter
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