Quotes from Rudyard Kipling

and with an almost audible click he felt the wheels of his being lock up anew on the world without. Things that rode meaningless on the eyeball an instant before slid into proper proportion. Roads were meant to be walked upon, houses to be lived in, cattle to be driven, fields to be tilled, and men and women to be talked to. They were all real and true—solidly

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. . . . The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son. Rudyard Kipling

The Irish move to the sound of the guns like salmon to the sea

Ay, roar well, said Bagheera, under his whiskers, for the time will come when this naked thing will make thee roar to another tune, or I know nothing of man.

Ye've a furtive look in your eye - a furtive, sneakin', poachin' look in your eye, that 'ud ruin the reputation of an archangel!

Bagheera to see if the Panther was angry too, and Bagheera's eyes were as hard as jade stones. Thou hast been with the Monkey People--the gray apes--the people without a law--the eaters of everything. That is great shame. When Baloo hurt my head, said Mowgli (he was still on his back), I went away, and the gray

Each dog barks in its own yard.

Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order—never, at least, without long, and sometimes tearful, explanations of the advantages of obedience and the reasons for the request. Mrs. Cheyne lived in fear of breaking his spirit, which, perhaps, was the reason that she herself walked on the edge of nervous prostration.

I consider in my own mind whether thou art a spirit, sometimes, or sometimes an evil imp, said the lama, smiling slowly.

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro— And what should they know of England who only England know? The English Flag, Stanza 1 (1891)

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers.

And so hold on when there is nothing in you, Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!

Then the only other creature who is allowed at the Pack Council—Baloo, the sleepy brown bear who teaches the wolf cubs the Law of the Jungle: old Baloo, who can come and go where he pleases because he eats only nuts and roots and honey—rose upon his hind quarters and grunted.

Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. Good! said the Baron, sitting in his hall, But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all.

I have joyfully done much evil in my life to those who have wished me evil (General Maximus)

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

How can a man follow the Way or the Great Game when he is eternally pestered by women? There was that girl at the Akrola by the Ford; and there was the scullion's wife behind the dovecote -- not counting the others -- and now comes this one! When I was a child it was well enough, but now I am a man and they will not regard me as a man. Walnuts indeed! Ho! Ho! It is almonds in the Plains!

For a wolf, no," said Tabaqui, "but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose?" He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.

Stalky,' in their school vocabulary, meant clever, well-considered and wily, as applied to plans of action; and 'stalkiness' was the one virtue Corkran toiled after.

till dawn are we.

Well-meanin' man. Did it all for the best. Stalky curled gracefully round the stair-rail. Head in a drain-pipe. Full confession in the left boot.

And if you expect you'll gain anything from us by your way of approachin' us, you're jolly well mistaken. That's all. Good-night.' They clattered upstairs, injured virtue on every inch of their backs. 'But - but what the dickens have we done?' said Harrison, amazedly, to Craye. 'I don't know. Only - it always happens that way when one has anything to do with them. They're so beastly plausible.