Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life.

We be of one blood, ye and I

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

Yet there be certain times in a young man's life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood

How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?

My heart is heavy with the things I do not understand.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

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, tho' they come from the ends of the earth!

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

There is but one task for all -- One life for each to give. What stands if Freedom fall? [ For All We Have and Are ]

I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago. The other places don't count. Having seen it, I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages

I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera - the Panther - and no man's plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.

Thou art of the Jungle and not of the Jungle. And I am only a black panther. But I love thee, Little Brother.

A DEAD STATESMAN I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young? from EPITAPHS OF THE WAR 1914-18

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

It is not a good fancy,' said the llama. 'What profit to kill men?' Very little - as I know; but if evil men were not now and then slain it would not be a good world for weaponless dreamers.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.

They are fools who kiss and tell'-- Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he'll only hold his tongue.

There's no jealousy in the grave.

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.