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
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They. – 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
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. – Rudyard Kipling