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.
RUDYARD KIPLINGThere is no sin greater than ignorance.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
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He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
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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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Politicians. Little Tiny Gods on Wheels.
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I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
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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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The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.
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The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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You must learn to forgive a man when he’s in love. He’s always a nuisance.
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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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Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.
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Delight in the little things.
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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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