Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

Who has delivered us, who? Tell me his nest and his name. Rikki, the valiant, the true, Tikki, with eyeballs of flame, Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of flame!

Or ever the knightly years were gone      With the old world to the grave

Tabaqui, more than any one else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of any one, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature.

One day, a high summer flood washed him out of the burrow where he lived with his father and mother, and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch.

Your Gods and my Gods—do you or I know which are the stronger? —Native Proverb.

Ostatní tÄ› nenávidí jen proto, že nesnesou tv?j pohled, protože jsi moudrý, protože jsi jim vytahal trny z nohou – protože jsi ?lovÄ›k.

Celé umÄ›ní tkví v tom, neukazovat se proti obzoru, jinak po tobÄ› stÃ…â"¢elí. ZapiÅ¡ si to za uÅ¡i, chlap?e. TÃ…â"¢eba míli si zajdi, jenom z?sta? schován.

Dobrý lov vám vÅ¡em, kdo jste z mé krve

A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

Men who are accustomed to eat at tiny tables in howling gales have curiously neat and finished manners;

Each dog barks in his own yard! We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs. The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!

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Deadly Beliefs Chapter 14 |Mifflintown, Pennsylvania – February 2, 2015 "All the people like us are We, and everyone else is They.

Or ever the knightly years were gone      With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon

Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come

There is no one to touch Jane when you're in a tight place.

Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother

It's clever, but is it art?

Men often do their best work blind, for some one else's sake.

To things greater than all things are,   The first is Love, and the second War.   And since we know not how War may prove,   Heart of my heart, let us talk of Love!

H'sh. It is neither bullock nor buck he hunts to-night," said Mother Wolf; "it is Man." The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to roll from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders wood-cutters, and gipsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.

Cannot tell why we or they March and suffer day by day. Children of the Camp are we, Serving each in his degree; Children of the yoke and goad, Pack and harness, pad and load!

And it is I, Raksha [the Demon], who answer. The man's cub is mine, Lungri—mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs—frog-eater—fish-killer—he shall hunt thee! Now get hence, or by the Sambhur that I killed (I eat no starved cattle), back thou goest to thy mother, burned beast of the jungle, lamer than ever thou camest into the world! Go!

Now, don't be angry after you've been afraid. That's the worst kind of cowardice