Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping. – 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
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. – Rudyard Kipling