A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.

— Robert W. Service

A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-Then you have a hunch was the music meant...hunger and night and the stars.

— Robert W. Service

Ah! The clock is always slow it is later than you think.

— Robert W. Service

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

— Robert W. Service

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

— Robert W. Service

Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory, Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? 'Done things' just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story, Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul? Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?(You'll never hear it in the family pew.) The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things–Then listen to the wild–it's calling you.

— Robert W. Service

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins --The other kind don't matter.

— Robert W. Service

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

— Robert W. Service

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

— Robert W. Service

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

— Robert W. Service