Success Is Man's God.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

Success Is Man's God.