If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.
RUDYARD KIPLINGI always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
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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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It’s always best to tell the truth.
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If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; yours is the earth and everything that’s in it.
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If you can dream – and not make dreams your master.
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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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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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Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.
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All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.
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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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A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.
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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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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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The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
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