I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.
RUDYARD KIPLINGI have struck a city – a real city – and they call it Chicago… I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.
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If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
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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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Follow the dream, and always the dream, and only the dream.
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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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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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The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.
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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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Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.
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For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
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I have struck a city – a real city – and they call it Chicago… I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
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A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
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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.
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All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!
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Delight in the little things.
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