Good wombs have borne bad sons.

The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

[But we are borne back to the father-son chat at the dinner table.] Was I a good father? ... You have ultimately been a great father. But fatherhood would not have been one of the highest parts of your résumé early on.

My father always told me that all businessmen were sons of bitches, but I never believed it till now.

O war! thou son of Hell!