Quotes About Kipling

Dad used to read aloud to us from Dickens and Kipling. My tastes were omnivorous. I read anything I could lay my hands on, but the memory that stays with me is that of my father reading the Jungle Books to us when we were young. Beautiful stories!

Politics are not my concern.... They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies.

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned," "Gentlemen-Rankers," Barrack Room Ballads by Rudyard Kipling

Unlike television, reading does not swallow the senses or dictate thought. Reading stimulates the ecology of the imagination. Can you remember the wonder you felt when first reading The Jungle Book or Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn? Kipling's world within a world; Twain's slow river, the feel of freedom and sand on the secret island, and in the depths of the cave?

I have never been able to understand how men can feel affection for individuals who are intent on massacring them in a variety of unpleasant ways, but it is an undeniable fact that they can and do. Witness the immortal verse of Mr. Kipling: So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'home in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man! One can only accept this as another example of the peculiar emotional aberrations of the male sex.

All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen. If only they would read a little Dickens or Kipling they would soon discover there was more to life than cheating people and watching television.

All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen. If only they would read a little Dickens or Kipling they would soon discover there was more to life than cheating people and watching television. Another thing. She resented being told constantly that she was ignorant and stupid when she knew she wasn't. The anger inside her went on boiling and boiling

El deseo de tener algún animal suele brotar siempre de un mismo y viejísimo motivo: el que impulsó también a Kipling a escribir sus libros de la jungla. Nace de una pasión del hombre civilizado, que añora el paraíso perdido de la Naturaleza salvaje.

For several years now, Kipling had been sprinkling his prose and poetry with anti-German barbs. He believed this war would do "untold good" for his beloved British tommies, preparing them for the inevitable clash with Germany. The Boer War, said a character in a story he wrote at the time, was "a first-class dress-parade for Armageddon.

Colonialism was also justified by an elaborate ideology, embodied in everything from Kipling's poetry and Stanley's lectures to sermons and books about the shapes of skulls, lazy natives, and the genius of European civilization. And

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature.

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)

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

Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan

This, O my Best Beloved is a story – a new and wonderful story – a story quite different from the other stories

Tabaqui the Jackal must have bitten all these people, he said to himself

and if somehow my conduct ain't all your fancy paints, why single men in barracks don't grow into plaster saints.. From 'Tommy

I have heard now and again of such a thing, but never in our Pack or in my time, said Father Wolf. He is altogether without hair, and I could kill him with a touch of my foot. But see, he looks up and is not afraid.

Burmese babies—fat, little, brown little divils, as

With the knife—with the knife that men use—with the knife of the hunter, I will stoop down for my gift.

Go, and peace go with thee. Only, another time do not meddle with my game.

He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits.

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