Carry On! Carry On! Fight The Good

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.

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 Have An Intense Dislike For Artificial Society. In France, One Could Lead A Free Life - To Do What One Wanted To Do Without Interference Or Criticism From One's Neighbors.

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