Quotes from Robert Service

There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

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.

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.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.

Dirt is just matter out of place.

The man who can fight to heaven's own height is the man who can fight when he's losing.

It wallowed in its water-bed; it burrowed, heaved and swung; It gnawed its way ahead with grunts and sighs; Its bill of fare was rock and sand; the tailings were its dung; It glared around with fierce electric eyes. Full fifty buckets crammed its maw; it bellowed out for more; It looked like some great monster in the gloom.

Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things.

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.