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.

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

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

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me.

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

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

A promise made is a debt unpaid.