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 god like a soldier.
RUDYARD KIPLINGHe travels the fastest who travels alone.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago
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Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
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Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.
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The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;!
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There are gems of wondrous brightness Often times lying at our feet, And we pass them, walking thoughtless, Down the busy, crowded street. If we knew, our pace would slacken, We would step more oft with care, Lest our careless feet be treading To the earth some jewel rare.
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All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.
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Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.
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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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Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
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Delight in the little things.
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Believe the best of everybody.
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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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A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling
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Cat said, ‘I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.’
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