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
cat wish caves
Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.'
war two world
However the world pretends to divide itself, there are only two divisions in the world today - human beings and Germans.
behind copied copy follow half left mind stealing sweating year
They copied all they could follow but they couldn't copy my mind so I left them sweating and stealing a year and a half behind
lying boys desire
A boy of to-day is affected by every change of tone and gust of opinion, so that he lies even when he desires to speak the truth.
thinking aim thoughts-in-your-head
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.
lying knowledge jewels
There are gems of wondrous brightness Ofttimes lying at our feet, And we pass them, walking thoughtless, Down the busy, crowded street. If we knew, our pace would slacken, We would step more oft with care, Lest our careless feet be treading To the earth some jewel rare.
book thinking world
It'is like a book, I think, this bloomin' world.
men saint single-man
Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
lying sea islands
We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
men two world
I have seen something of this world," she said over the trays, "and there are but two sorts of women in it-- those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and now I am this.
love lying law
But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.
men thinking bullets
Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.
lying two earth
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!
light circles elephants
A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.