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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More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
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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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Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.
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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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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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If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.
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There’s no jealousy in the grave.
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Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
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Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
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Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
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Politicians. Little Tiny Gods on Wheels.
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Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.
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Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.
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If you can dream – and not make dreams your master.
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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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