Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
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The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.
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Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.
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And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but we've proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane.
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If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.
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Each dog barks in his own yard!
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None of the Jungle People like being disturbed.
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Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.
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Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.
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If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.
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This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.
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As the dawn comes up like thunder.
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In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.
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Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
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Four things greater than all things are Women and horses and power and War.
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War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But 'twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.
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One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.
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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!
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Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.
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I wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.
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No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
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Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.
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Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heartstrings crack.
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No one as yet has approached the management of New York in a proper spirit; that is to say, regarding it as the shiftless outcome of squalid barbarism and reckless extravagance. No one is likely to do so, because reflections on the long narrow pig-trough are construed as malevolent attacks against the spirit and majesty of the American people, and lead to angry comparisons.