Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.
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...he will be our friend for always and always and always.
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I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
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And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.
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But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.
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On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!
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If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.
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What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?
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There is no sin greater than ignorance.
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Daughter am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own.
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Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.
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Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
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Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
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All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
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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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God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
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For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high.
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Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.
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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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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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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 have seen something of this world," she said over the trays, "and there are but two sorts of women in it-- those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and now I am this.
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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 never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.