No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
RUDYARD KIPLINGBelieve the best of everybody.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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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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A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.
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The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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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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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 give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.
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No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves – but what the teachers are themselves.
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A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.
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The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.
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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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One cannot resist the lure of Africa.
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Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
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I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.
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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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