It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.

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

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

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.

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

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