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
There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – 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