No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

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.

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.

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