Quotes by : Robert W. Service

A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;While high overhead, green,....

This is the Law of the Yukon that only the strong shall thrive That surely the weak shall perish and....

Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wantingSo much as just finding the gold.It's the great, big, broad land....

It's the plugging away that will win you the day So don't be a piker old pard! Just draw on your grit....

I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,As seas of ink I spatter. Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins....

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

It's the plugging away that will win you the day So don't be a piker old pard! Just draw on your grit....

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....

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have....

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