The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.
RUDYARD KIPLINGNow India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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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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What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
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I 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.
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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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We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.
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Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.
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If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.
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A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
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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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I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
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An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
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All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
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Politics are not my concern. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies.
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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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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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