There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. – Rudyard Kipling
There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. – 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
San Francisco is a mad city – inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. – Rudyard Kipling