Rudyard Kipling Quotes (251 Quotes)

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

As a deer to the hand of the hunter when I turn 'mid the gibes of my friends;
When the days of my freedom are numbered, and the life of the bachelor ends.

Too little to love or to hate.

What stands if Freedom fail What dies of England live.

Then, to Her Son, Who had seen and smiled, She said: "On the night that I bore Thee,
What didst Thou care for a love beyond mine or a heaven that was not my arm?

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 and go to your gawd like a soldier.

Something hidden. Go and find it. Go, and look behind the Ranges -- Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you . . . Go.

I gasped: -- "A kingdom waits my lord; her love is but her own.

But, through the shift of mood and mood, Mine ancient humor saves him whole The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts, Till, dazed by many doubts, h

I never made a mistake in my life at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.

If a year of life be lent her, if her temple's shrine we enter,
The door is hut -- we may not look behind.

Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
Thy life is his -- thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.

My love was safe from all the powers of Hell-
For you--e'en you--acquit her of my guilt--
But Sula, nestling by our sail--specked sea,
My city, child of mine, my heart, my home--
Mine and my pride--evil might visit there!

The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.

It was not preached to the crowd, It was not taught by the State. No man spoke it aloud, When the English began to hate.

When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier

Love and Death once ceased their strife
At the Tavern of Man's Life.

For all we have and are, For all our childrens fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate.

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?"

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.

They know the worthy General as that most immoral man'.

Who knows the heart of the Christian How does he reason What are his measures and balances Which is his season For laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move him When he arises to smite us I do not love him

I keep six honest serving men (They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who.

Never praise a sister to a sister in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

There's no discharge in the war!

Of newspaper barons Power without responsibility - the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves but what the teachers are themselves.

So 'elp me, Christ, it's true!

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

Oh, cup we spilled in haste!

Duke's son - cook's son - son of a hundred kings - (Fifty thousand horse and foot going to Table Bay).

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

My hounds they bay unto the death,
The buck has couched beyond the burn,
My love she waits at her window
To wash my hands when I return.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

We be of one blood, thou and I,' Mowgli answered, . . . my kill shall be thy kill if ever thou art hungry.'

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

God help you, if there be a God.

O where are going to, all you Big Steamers, With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas.

Orse Gunners, listen to my song!

I had six honest serving men - They taught me all I knew Their names were Where and What and When - and Why and How And Who.

Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

By God, you must lather with us -- 'Tss!

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.''

A member of the most ancient profession in the world.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling.

Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardeners work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away And the Glory of the Garden, it shall never pass away.