Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.
RUDYARD KIPLINGNever look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.
RUDYARD KIPLINGNations have passed away and left no traces, And history gives the naked cause of it – One single simple reason in all cases; They fell because their peoples were not fit.
RUDYARD KIPLINGThe 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.
RUDYARD KIPLINGThere 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.
RUDYARD KIPLINGAll 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!
RUDYARD KIPLINGThe glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
RUDYARD KIPLINGI 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.
RUDYARD KIPLINGI worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.
RUDYARD KIPLINGOne cannot resist the lure of Africa.
RUDYARD KIPLINGAll we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago
RUDYARD KIPLINGHe who can reach a child’s heart can reach the worlds heart.
RUDYARD KIPLINGWhat is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
RUDYARD KIPLINGTake everything you like seriously, except yourselves.
RUDYARD KIPLINGWe are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.
RUDYARD KIPLINGAt 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.
RUDYARD KIPLINGIf you can dream – and not make dreams your master.
RUDYARD KIPLING