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.’
RUDYARD KIPLINGThere’s no jealousy in the grave.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
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Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.
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There’s no jealousy in the grave.
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An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
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I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.
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Politics are not my concern. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies.
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Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
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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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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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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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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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Believe the best of everybody.
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No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
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