A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid.

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.

Ah! The Clock Is Always Slow; It Is Later Than You Think.

When Children's Children Shall Talk Of War As A Madness That May Not Be; When We Thank Our God For Our Grief Today, And Blazon From Sea To Sea In The Name Of The Dead The Banner Of Peace ... That Will Be Victory.

This Is The Law Of The Yukon, That Only The Strong Shall Thrive; That Surely The Weak Shall Perish, And Only The Fit Survive.