We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

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

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

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

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!