Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

All the people like us are We. And every one else is They. And They live over the sea. While We live over the way. But — would you believe it? — They look upon We As only a sort of They!...

...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.

The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.

Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.

Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.

Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raisea thirst.

Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

The weather in India is often sultry, and since the tale of bricks is always a fixed quantity, and the only liberty allowed is permission to work overtime and get no thanks, men occasionally break down and become as mixed as the metaphors in this sentence.

Our heart's where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith and our hope and our honour We pledge to our native soil!...

God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all...

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

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Horses and Power and War.

An' I learned about women from 'er.

The colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.

A rag and a bone and a hank of hair.

Heatherlegh is the dearest doctor that ever was... He says that more men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.

Overwork started his illness, kept it alight, and killed him, poor devil. Write him off to the System — one man to take the work of two and a half men.

When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door.

[M]y theory... there was a crack in Pansay's head and a little bit of the Dark World came through and pressed him to death.

I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his mind. When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.

Heatherlegh is the dearest doctor that ever was, and his invariable prescription to all his patients is, "lie low, go slow, and keep cool."