For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
RUDYARD KIPLINGHe who can reach a child’s heart can reach the worlds heart.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
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We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
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A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.
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Nations have passed away and left no traces, And history gives the naked cause of it – One single simple reason in all cases; They fell because their peoples were not fit.
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I’ve just read that I am dead. Don’t forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.
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Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It’s just IT. Some women will stay in a man’s memory if they once walked down a street.
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He who can reach a child’s heart can reach the worlds heart.
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Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.
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If you want something and don’t get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn’t want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.
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God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
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The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.
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Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.
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When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’
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At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
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