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I like to think that when I fall,
A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea,
This shelf of books along the wall,
Beside my bed, will mourn for me.

Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit -
It's the keeping your chin up that's hard.

The Wanderlust has got me ... by the belly-aching fire

Dirt is just matter out of place.

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code.

Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don't by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

A promise made is a debt unpaid

I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.

Of Books and Scribes there are no end:
This Plague--and who can doubt it?
Dismays me so, I've sadly penned
Another book about it.

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.

I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new.

The man who can fight to heaven's own height is the man who can fight when he's losing.

Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think.

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer;

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.

Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.

The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.

This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.

The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods.

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,
As seas of ink I spatter.
Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins
The other kind don't matter.