Deliver me from all evildoers that talk nothing but sickness and failure. Grant me the companionship of men who think success and men who work for it. Loan me associates who cheerfully face the problems of a day and try hard to overcome them. Relieve me of all cynics and critics. Give me good health and the strength to be of real service to the world, and I'll get all that's good for me, and will what's left to those who want it.
Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see.
You can do what you want to do, accomplish what you want to accomplish, attain any reasonable objective you may have in mind. . . Not all of a sudden, perhaps, not in one swift and sweeping act of achievement.... But you can do it gradually-day by day and play by play-if you want to do it, if you will to do it, if you work to do it, over a sufficiently long period of time.