Rudyard Kipling Quotes
Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.
Quotes to Explore
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In the beginning was the Word.In the end...past honor, past life, past caring...In the end will be the Word.
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I think everything has to come from something that you feel comfortable with and want to be in and sometimes we try to negotiate that limit, but it's not always easy to find the right balance.
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Happiness does not consist in having what you want, but in wanting what you have.
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Blood sin and desecration of the race are the original sin in this world and the end of a humanity which surrenders to it.
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Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.
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Death, the real simile for disease - for when we are ill, do we not always feel like we are dying, even if it's only a little? - remains, despite our secularism, the most metaphoricised phenomenon of all.
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Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.
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Without a clear perception of his reasons for living, man will never consent to live, and will rather destroy himself than tarry on earth, though he be surrounded with bread".
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I'm a huge Glenn Hughes fan.
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If you want to civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
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The only thing worse than starting something and failing... is not starting something.
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One cannot get to animal rights by trampling on human rights.
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Yeah, I think the arts and literature have always been irrevocably connected. Because if you think about it, every film script, every play, every song starts as words on the page before it is ever performed or filmed or sung.
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If anyone has the attention span of a crazed amoeba, they should enjoy all of these episodes!
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Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
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Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies; From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
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There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
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Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.
