There Is No Secret To Success Except

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.