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.

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

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

The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.

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.

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.