Robert William Service was a renowned British-Canadian novelist and poet known for his significant contributions to the literary world. He was inclined towards reading and writing since an early age and went on to pursue a course in English Literature from the University of Glasgow. Although he was a bright student but his audacities made him leave after a short period of time. He moved to several places, survived by petty jobs and was able to publish some of his poems in the ‘Victoria Daily Colonist’ which were appreciated by the masses. He moved to work at a bank which helped him to pursue his passion for writing and he wrote various poems for ‘The Colonist’. His continuously increasing fame encouraged him to publish his collection of poems titled ‘Songs of a Sourdough’. This book turned out to be a best-seller and had a huge pre-order which helped him earn a fortune. He further published many poetry collections before his debut novel titled ‘The Trail of ‘98’ which turned out to be a best-seller. This was followed by various other novels including ‘The Poisoned Paradise’ and ‘Ballad of Lenin's Tomb’. His writings, books, poems, novels, thoughts and work still have a large readership. We have excerpted his quotes and sayings from his writings and general life. Here is a collection of thoughts and quotes by Robert W. Service which are still quoted extensively by people from all walks of life.
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.
Our breath is brief, and being so
Let's make our heaven here below,
And lavish kindness as we go.
Robert W. Service
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.
Robert W. Service
Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.
Robert W. Service
The man who can fight to heaven's own height is the man who can fight when he's losing.
Robert W. Service
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid,
and the trail has its own stern code.
Robert W. Service
Dirt is just matter out of place.
Robert W. Service
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
