Rudyard Kipling Quotes (251 Quotes)

It's clever, but is it Art?

No wit of man may save.

The coastwise lights of England watch the ships of England go

What you do when you don't have to, determines what you will do when you can no longer help it.

Our children shall measure their worth.

Prize, oh Haul shouted Dan, but the shout ended in a shrill, double shriek of horror, for out of the sea came - the body of the dead Frenchman buried two days before The hook had caught him under the right armpit, and he swayed, erect and horrible, head and shoulders above water.

There's times when you'll think that you mightn't, There's times when you know that you might But the things you will learn from the Yellow and Brown, They'll 'elp you a lot with the White

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

The Star stands forth in Heaven.

Is it true, what you told me jest now, that you never done a hand's turn o' work in all your born life Must feel kinder awful, don't it

While you lie awake
And wonder.

Fool, fool, fool of a soldier .

And your rooms at college was beastly - more like a whore's than a man's.

And God poured him an exquisite wine, that was daily renewed to him,
In the clear-welling love of his peoples that daily accrued to him.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

The place was packed as full of smells as a bale is of cotton.

Let us now praise famous men' - Men of little showing - For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and deep continueth, Greater than their knowing

Hot and bothered.

When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took - the same as me

For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins

I'm just in love with all these three,
The Weald and the Marsh and the Down country.

Back to the army again, sergeant, Back to the army again, Out o' the cold an' the rain.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are your own fears

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

In his own place of power unkown,
His Light o' Love another's flame,
And he and alien and alone!

The God shall judge when all is done.

Helena to the Gate of Heaven's Grace?

A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.

The Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

They felt that life was fleeting; they kuew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.

So go in grace with Him to face, and an ill-spent life behind,
And I'll be good to your widows, Rube, as many as I shall find.

More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.

Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.

All we have of freedom - all we use or know - This our fathers bought for us, long and long ago.

Called for wine, and threw -- alas!

Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him.

I am free -- to watch my messmates beating out to open main,
Free of all that Life can offer -- save to handle sweep again.

When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need itlie down for an eon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew And those that were good shall be happy they shall sit in a golden chair They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair They shall find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame But each for the joy of working, and each, in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are Rudyard Kipling.

If he plays, being young and unskillful, For shekels of silver or gold, Take his money, my son praising Allah The kid was ordained to be sold

If any question why we died, tell them, because our fathers lied.

You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.

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

Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain,
Our love shall redeem unto life.

Life seemed more present, wrote the child,
Beneath thy well-known face.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own

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.

Sing, for faith and hope are high - None so true as you and I - Sing the Lover's Litany Love like ours can never die.