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Quote by Andrew Carnegie
Give me the life of the boy whose mother is nurse, seamstress, was

Give me the life of the boy whose mother is nurse, seamstress, washerwoman, cook, teacher, angel, and saint, all in one, and whose father is guide, exemplar, and friend. No servants to come between. These are the boys who are born to the best fortune. – Andrew Carnegie

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