This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.
RUDYARD KIPLINGPoliticians. Little Tiny Gods on Wheels.
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.
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All 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!
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One cannot resist the lure of Africa.
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All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
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Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.
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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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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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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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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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If you can dream – and not make dreams your master.
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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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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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There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this.
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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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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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