He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. – 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
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves Its pretty, but is it Art? – 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