The Frenchman works until he can play. The American works until he canโt play; and then thanks the devil, his master, that he is donkey enough to die in harness. But the Englishman, as he has since become, works until he can pretend that he never worked at all.
Gilbert K. ChestertonThe Church is a house with a hundred gates: and no two men enter at exactly the same angle
Gilbert K. Chesterton