Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

Politics are not my concern.... They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies.

What is a woman that you forsake herAnd the hearth fire and the home acreTo go with that old grey widow-maker?

There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays and every single one of them is right.

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget!

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

Body and spirit I surrendered whole To harsh instructors and received a soul... If mortal man could change me through and through From all I was What may the God not do?

The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.

Gawd knows and 'E won't split on a pal.

What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

One man in a thousand, Solomon says.Will stick more close than a brother.And it's worth while seeking him half your daysIf you find him before the other.---The Thousandth Man

Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.

Believe the best of everybody.

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.

Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain!

There's no jealousy in the grave.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.

Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.

To hear is one thing, to know is another.

Never look backwards or you'll fall down the stairs.