Rudyard Kipling Quotes

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
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?”

Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was like eating an egg without salt.

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible — and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

... scandals are only increased by hushing them up.

Five and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark—
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk.
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie—
Watch the wall, my darling, while the gentlemen go by!

Never again will I spend another winter in this accursed Bucket shop|bucketshop of a refrigerator called England.

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

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
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the Queen!

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro—
And what should they know of England who only England know?

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

Four things greater than all things are,—
Women and Horses and Power and War.

‘There is none like to me!' says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still.

She read a little of it. I give her review verbatim:—"Oh, your book? It's all about those how-wid Wajahs. I didn't understand it."

Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan brown, For the Christian riles, and the Aryan smiles and he weareth the Christian down; And the end of the fight is a tombstone white, with the name of the late deceased,
And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

For 'im that doth not work must surely die;
But that's no reason man should labour all
'Is life on one same shift—life's none so long.