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

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

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.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.

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

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

Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.