Robert W. Service

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me.

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods.

Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.