The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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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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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For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
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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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I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
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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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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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Politics are not my concern. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies.
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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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If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.
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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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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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We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.
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It’s always best to tell the truth.
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He travels the fastest who travels alone.
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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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