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

Some Praise The Lord For Light, The Living Spark; I Thank God For The Night The Healing Dark.

I Have No Doubts That The Devil Grins, As Seas Of Ink I Spatter. Ye Gods, Forgive My “literary” Sins – The Other Kind Don’t Matter.

Be Sure Your Wisest Words Are Those You Do Not Say.

The Happy Man Is He Who Knows His Limitations, Yet Bows To No False Gods.