65 Quotes by Robert W. Service

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

To make my body a temple pureWherein I dwell serene;To care for the things that shall endure,The simple, sweet and clean.To oust out envy and hate and rage,To breathe with no alarm;For Nature shall be my anchorage,And none shall do me harm.

Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wantingSo much as just finding the gold.It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,It's the forests where silence has lease;It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,It's the stillness that fills me with peace.

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

Indulgent Reader, up till now I have concealed it, but I must confess at last. I have one besetting weakness, a weakness that amounts to a vice. I am ashamed of it. Often I have tried to wean myself of it; often cursed the heredity that imposed it on me. Opium? Morphine? Cocaine? Nothing so fashionable. Absinth? Brandy? Gin? Nothing so normal. Alas! let me whisper it in your ear: I am a Chewing Gum Fiend!

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

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

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

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