Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity. – Rudyard Kipling

Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity. – Rudyard Kipling
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. – Rudyard Kipling
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. – Rudyard Kipling