All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.
RUDYARD KIPLINGIn the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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 sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
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If you want something and don’t get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn’t want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.
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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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Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.
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A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.
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An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
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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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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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Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.
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There is no sin greater than ignorance.
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No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
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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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What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
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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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