I Have An Intense Dislike For Artificial

I Remember Little Of The Yukon Or What I Wrote There.

The Happy Man Is He Who Knows His Limitations, Yet Bows To No False Gods.

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.

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!

I Like To Think That When I Fall, A Rain-drop In Death's Shoreless Sea, This Shelf Of Books Along The Wall, Beside My Bed, Will Mourn For Me.