Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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There is no sin greater than ignorance.
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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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All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.
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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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Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.
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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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They are fools who kiss and tell'-- Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he'll only hold his tongue.
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Now, don't be angry after you've been afraid. That's the worst kind of cowardice.
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He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
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God help us for we knew the worst too young.
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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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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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There is no harm in a man's cub.
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The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.
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No doubt but ye are the People - absolute, strong and wise; Whatever your hear has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes. On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!
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How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?
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I keep six honest serving men.
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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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Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
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I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.
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Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
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For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high.
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If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
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It's always best to tell the truth.