The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate. Robert W. Service More Quotes by Robert W. Service More Quotes From Robert W. Service 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. Robert W. Service climbingsuccessinspirational Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go. Robert W. Service breathskindnessheaven It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe. Robert W. Service climbingadversityanger 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. Robert W. Service heartmentravel The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. Robert W. Service lyinglooksworld A promise made is a debt unpaid. Robert W. Service trusthonestytruth Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit - Robert W. Service gritquittingmilitary It's easy to fight when everything's right And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer when victory's near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It's a different song when everything's wrong, When you're feeling infernally mortal; When it's ten against one, and hope there is none, Buck up, little soldier, and chortle! Robert W. Service cheersongwar Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say. Robert W. Service wisest This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive. Robert W. Service being-strongsurvivallaw The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire Robert W. Service bellyfiretravel It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race. Robert W. Service racewinningquiet No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is. Robert W. Service failurewinningmen Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; Robert W. Service dreammenyears 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. Robert W. Service roughtoughpeople Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. Robert W. Service trailsdebtpromise And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. Robert W. Service failurewinningrunning Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer. Robert W. Service fightingcheerbelieve Even goats may have starlight in their eyes. Robert W. Service goatseyemay I have no doubts that the Devil grins, As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my “literary” sins – The other kind don’t matter. Robert W. Service forgivingdoubtsea
