Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!
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Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
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Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie.
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O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy 'ow's your soul/But it's thin red line of heroes when the drums begin to roll.
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All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.
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How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?
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At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.
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The white moth to the closing vine, The bee to the open clover, And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood Ever the wide world over.
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God help us for we knew the worst too young.
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And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.
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And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Horses and Power and War.
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He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
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The python dropped his head lightly for a moment on Mowgli's shoulders. "A brave heart and a courteous tongue," said he. "They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling. But now go hence quickly with thy friends. Go and sleep, for the moon sets and what follows it is not well that thou shouldst see.
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Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
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Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.
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I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains - I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane; I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs. I will go out until the day, until the morning break - Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress; I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake. I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!
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I keep six honest serving men.
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Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
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The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.
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There is no harm in a man's cub.
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We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
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Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.
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She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life.