No man can be a failure if he thinks he’s a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.
His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
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.
I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that’s not too new.
The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There’s where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.
I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.
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.