Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

There was never a Queen like Balkis From here to the wide world's end; But Balkis talked to a butterfly As you, would talk to a friend. There was never a king like Solomon, Not since the world began; But Solomon talked to a butterfly As a man would talk to a man. She was a queen of Sabea -- And he was Asia's Lord -- But they both of 'em talked to butterflies When they took their walks abroad

Men had been puffed up with pride by notions not a tithe as excellent and practicable.

I am to pray to Bibi Miriam, and I am a Sahib'—he looked at his boots ruefully. 'No; I am Kim. This is the great world, and I am only Kim. Who is Kim?' He considered his own identity, a thing he had never done before, till his head swam. He was one insignificant person in all this roaring whirl of India, going southward to he knew not what fate.

O ye who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to judgment Day, Be gentle when 'the heathen' pray To Buddha at Kamakura!

Al éxito y al fracaso, esos dos impostores, trátalos siempre con la misma indiferencia

No fairyland is Capua—still, 'tis better Than other lands. St. Vincent licked the stamp and signed the letter, And bound the bands Of that foul, frail red tape which strangles ever The honest energetic fool's endeavour.

Friend of all the World,' said Mahbub, pushing over the pipe for the boy to clean, 'I have met many men, women, and boys, and not a few Sahibs. I have never in all my days met such an imp as thou art.' 'And why? When I always tell thee the truth.' 'Perhaps the very reason, for this is a world of danger to honest men.

That was our first step toward better acquaintance. He would

Take anything and everything seriously, except yourselves.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.

Returning, it was noticeable, as his friend the Seeker pointed out to the head-priest, that he ceased for a while to mourn the loss of his River, or to draw wondrous pictures of the Wheel of Life, but preferred to talk of the beauty and wisdom of a certain mysterious chela whom no man of the temple had ever seen.

Most true is it in the Great Game, for it is by means of women that all plans come to ruin and we lie out in dawning with our throats cut.

because every well-brought-up mongoose always hopes to be a house mongoose some day and have rooms to run about in;

Rikki-tikki's mother (she used to live in the general's house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

Then says Mrs. Hauksbee to me – she looked a trifle faded and jaded in the lamplight: "Take my word for it, the silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

The Viceroy possessed no name – nothing but a string of counties and two-thirds of the alphabet after them.

Very foolish it is to use the wrong word to a stranger; for though the heart may be clean of offence, how is the stranger to know that? He is more like to search truth with a dagger.

Every man is entitled to his own religious opinions; but no man – least of all a junior – has a right to thrust these down other men's throats

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

Las palabras constituyen la droga más potente que haya inventado la humanidad.

Who goes to the hills, goes to his mother.

Which homily brings me directly to a brace of the most finished little fiends that ever banged drum or tootled fife in the Band of a British Regiment. They ended their sinful career by open and flagrant mutiny and were shot for it. Their names were Jakin and Lew — Piggy Lew and they were bold, bad drummer-boys, both of them frequently birched by the Drum-Major of the Fore and Aft.

A SON My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.