There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They. – Rudyard Kipling
There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They. – Rudyard Kipling
More men are killed by overwork than the importance of this world justifies. – 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