Dignity is a tin god in the temple of bunk. - Robert W. Service

Marriage is a bachelor’s punishment for his sins

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

After fifty don’t go to a funeral if you can avoid it. It’s bad enough to go to your own when times comes.