Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling
Joseph Rudyard Kipling; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 December 1865
CityMumbai, India
men sensible
All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.
care twenties doe
At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.
pages possibility endless-possibilities
We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.
graves
There's no jealousy in the grave.
our-love given interest
Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
ignorance sin greater
There is no sin greater than ignorance.
stars children eye
Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain!
heart men submarines
Like the destroyer, the submarine has created its own type of officer and man with language and traditions apart from the rest of the service, and yet at the heart unchangingly of the Service
telling-the-truth
it's always best to tell the truth.
splits detachment legion
There's a Legion that never was 'listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, Is breaking the road for the rest.
pay abundance peter
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.'
women heart home
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
dog horse art
We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a surplice peg, We have learned to bottle our parents twain in the yelk of an addled egg. We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by the cart, But the devil whoops, as he whooped of old; It's clever, but is it art?
heart sea fishing
Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.