Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

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

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.