Quotes by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son.
Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.
Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
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.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.
A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
Everyone is more or less mad on one point.
I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago... I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid - Light of my tents, be fleet - Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
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.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
Call a truce, then, to our labors - let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.
I gloat! Hear me gloat!
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.
