The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys

Avoid Extremes: Be Moderate In Saving And In Spending; An Equable And Easy Gait Will Win An Easy Ending.

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.

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

Write Verse, Not Poetry. The Public Wants Verse. If You Have A Talent For Poetry, Then Don't By Any Means Mother It, But Try Your Hand At Verse.

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.