“ A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you've a hunch was the music meant...hunge… Robert W. Service
“ Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wantingSo much as just finding the gold.It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,It's the forests where silence has lease;It's the beauty that thrills me with wond… Robert W. Service
“ No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success If he thinks he is a winner, then he is. Robert W. Service
“ There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb t… Robert W. Service
“ It's the plugging away that will win you the day So don't be a piker old pard! Just draw on your grit it's so easy to quit- It's the keeping your chin up that's hard. Robert W. Service
“ 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. Robert W. Service
“ This is the Law of the Yukon that only the strong shall thrive That surely the weak shall perish and only the fit survive. Robert W. Service
“ 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. Robert W. Service
“ I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors. Robert W. Service
“ I keep collecting books I know I'll never, never read; My wife and daughter tell me so, And yet I never heed. Please make me, says some wistful tome, A wee bit of yourself.And so I take my treasure ho… Robert W. Service
“ Of Books and Scribes there are no end:This Plague--and who can doubt it?Dismays me so, I've sadly pennedAnother book about it. Robert W. Service
“ There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights… Robert W. Service
“ Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory,Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? 'Done things' just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,Seeing throug… Robert W. Service
