And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear: A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East. – Rudyard Kipling
Take up the White Mans burden — send forth the best ye breed — go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need. – Rudyard Kipling
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity. – Rudyard Kipling
And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but weve proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane. – Rudyard Kipling
A womans guess is much more accurate than a mans certainty. – Rudyard Kipling
There was an old man of Quebec, Who was buried in snow to his neck. When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
Call a truce, then, to our labors — let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if faint and forced the laughter, and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past. – Rudyard Kipling
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at Gods great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, tho they come from the ends of the earth! – Rudyard Kipling
Everyone is more or less mad on one point. – Rudyard Kipling
When youre wounded and left on Afghanistans 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 gawd like a soldier. – Rudyard Kipling
Borrow trouble for yourself, if thats your nature, but dont lend it to your neighbours. – Rudyard Kipling
Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves Its pretty, but is it Art? – Rudyard Kipling
Its clever, but is it Art? – Rudyard Kipling
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love. – Rudyard Kipling
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. – Rudyard Kipling
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They. – Rudyard Kipling
San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. – Rudyard Kipling
He travels the fastest who travels alone. – Rudyard Kipling
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. – Rudyard Kipling
