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.

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

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

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

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

I have no doubts that the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my “literary” sins – The other kind don’t matter.

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