We've been through so much together, and most of it was your fault.
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.
If I had more skill in what I'm attempting, I wouldn't need so much courage
Without me there could be no everybody.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
Good ideas are common - what's uncommon are people who will work hard enough to bring them about.