There are strange things done in the midnight sun — Robert Service

"Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code."

"But I want to state, and my words are straight, and Ill bet my poke theyre true, That one of you is a hound of hell . . . and that one is Dan McGrew."

"Theres the wretched rent to pay, Yet I glower at pen and ink: Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray, It is later than you think!"

"Its coming soon and soon, mother, its nearer every day, When only men who work and sweat will have a word to say; When all who earn their honest bread in every land and soil Will claim the Brotherhood of Man, the Comradeship of Toil; When we, the Workers, all demand: `What are we fighting for? . . . Then, then well end that stupid crime, that devils madness -- War."

"This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane -- Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore; Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core"

"Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear, And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear; With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold, A helf-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold; While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars? — Then youve a hunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars."