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

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.

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

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

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark.

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