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

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.

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

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

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

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.