Rudyard Kipling Quotes - Page 6

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

God gives all men all earth to love, but since man's heart is small, ordains for each one spot shall prove belov?d over all.

Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.

Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.

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

It'is like a book, I think, this bloomin' world.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had collected overnight. They cleaned up the plates and pans of the elder mess, who were out fishing, sliced pork for the midday meal, swabbed down the foc'sle, filled the lamps, drew coal and water for the cook, an investigated the fore-hold, where the boat's stores were stacked. It was another perfect day - soft, mild and clear; and Harvey breathed to the very bottom of his lungs.

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old.

Favouritism governed kissage, Even as it does in this age.

For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high.

I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o' the others The less will you settle to one.

There's a Legion that never was 'listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking the road for the rest.

It's clever, but is it Art?

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.'

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

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.

Those who only know England know not England.

The masterless man . . . afflicted with the magic of the necessary words. . . . Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

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

Four things greater than all things are Women and horses and power and War.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

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

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.