A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling
RUDYARD KIPLINGHe travels the fastest who travels alone.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.
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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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What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
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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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He travels the fastest who travels alone.
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When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’
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No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
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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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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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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 dream – and not make dreams your master.
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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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If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
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