The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
RUDYARD KIPLINGNo one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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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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What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
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If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.
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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 have seen something of this world,” she said over the trays, “and there are but two sorts of women in it– those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and now I am this.
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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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There is no sin greater than ignorance.
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Delight in the little things.
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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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We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
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War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But ‘twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.
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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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