Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die

A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody it saves so much trouble

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'

Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.

If you hit a pony over the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, he may not love you but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterwards

Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie.

Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?

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;!

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.

But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.

It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilized Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight.

A boy of to-day is affected by every change of tone and gust of opinion, so that he lies even when he desires to speak the truth.

If you want something and don't get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn't want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.

Sing for faith and hope are high - None so true as you and I - Sing the Lovers' Litany: "Love like ours can never die!"

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.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.

There was a small boy of Quebec Who was buried in snow to the neck: When they said 'Are you friz?' He replied 'Yes, I is - But we don't call this cold in Quebec!'

What should they know of England, who only England know?

They're hangin' Danny Deever in the morning!