Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.

The Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,Or the way of a man with a maid;But the sweetest way to me is a ship's upon the seaIn the heel of the Northeast Trade.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at WindsorWith a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?

And what should they know of England who only England know?

This is a great and terrible world. I never knew there were so many men alive in it.

They rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid.

A fool there was and he made his prayer(Even as you and I!)To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair(We called her the woman who did not care)But the fool he called her his lady fair—(Even as you and I!)

Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed?

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;For the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells they say:"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.

Back to the Army again, sergeant,Back to the Army again.Out o' the cold an' the rain.

Daughter am I in my mother's house; But mistress in my own.

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch.

Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!There's no discharge in the war!

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man.

The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds—The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs,But, oh, the little cargo boats that sail the wet seas roun',They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up and down!

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;But there is neither East nor West, border, nor breed, nor birth,When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!

We aren't no thin red 'eroes.