Robert W. Service Men Quotations

Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master, And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as, swinging heel and toe, We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

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

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.

I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless but oh so fair, I bade her sit in the model's seat, And I painted her sitting there.