The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.
RUDYARD KIPLINGWhen 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.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.
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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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I’ve just read that I am dead. Don’t forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.
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Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.
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This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.
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The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.
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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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He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
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It’s always best to tell the truth.
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Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.
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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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I have struck a city – a real city – and they call it Chicago… I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.
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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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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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