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.

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

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

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

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

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.

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.