" But the measure of a man, of a life, of a union of man and wife or even country is not in the falling. It’s in the rising back up again to repair what’s broken, to put right what’s wrong. Your father and I did that. We always did that. He never stopped trying until the day he died. And neither will I. "

― Stephanie Dray , My Dear Hamilton: A Novel of Eliza Schuyler Hamilton