Quotes from Robert W. Service

I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend; Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out — yet the Wild must win in the end.

Yea, I am one with all I see, With wind and wave, with pine and palm; Their very elements in me Are fused to make me what I am. Through me their common life-stream flows, And when I yield this human breath, In leaf and blossom, bud and rose, Live on I will…. There is no Death

To make my body a temple pure Wherein I dwell serene; To care for the things that shall endure, The simple, sweet and clean. To oust out envy and hate and rage, To breathe with no alarm; For Nature shall be my anchorage, And none shall do me harm.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten — and die; It's easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight — Why, that's the best game of them all! And though you come out of each gruelling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred, Just have one more try — it's dead easy to die, It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

Pekerja keraslah yang akan memenangkan hari ini. Jadi, jangan kikir mengeluarkan daya! Kerahkanlah ketabahan, karena begitu mudah untuk menyerah, Begitu sulit untuk mempertahankan kegigihan.

There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I'm fellow to the trees. ~

Indulgent Reader, up till now I have concealed it, but I must confess at last. I have one besetting weakness, a weakness that amounts to a vice. I am ashamed of it. Often I have tried to wean myself of it; often cursed the heredity that imposed it on me. Opium? Morphine? Cocaine? Nothing so fashionable. Absinth? Brandy? Gin? Nothing so normal. Alas! let me whisper it in your ear: I am a Chewing Gum Fiend!

Of Books and Scribes there are no end: This Plague--and who can doubt it? Dismays me so, I've sadly penned Another book about it.

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.

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

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.

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.

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.

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

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

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's the plugging away that will win you the day So don't be a piker, old pard! Just draw on your grit, it's so easy to quit- It's the keeping your chin up that's hard.

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

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

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