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
military gun thank-god
The Guns, Thank God, The Guns...
children humble sacrifice
Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end; Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise, Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice.
sea unhappy sailor
An angry skipper makes an unhappy crew.
new-york reflection pigs
No one as yet has approached the management of New York in a proper spirit; that is to say, regarding it as the shiftless outcome of squalid barbarism and reckless extravagance. No one is likely to do so, because reflections on the long narrow pig-trough are construed as malevolent attacks against the spirit and majesty of the American people, and lead to angry comparisons.
mean winning gambling
Most amusements only mean trying to win another person's money.
gardening done half
Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.
mean worry pieces
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.
mothers-day prayer sea
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
stories world fiction
Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.
horse war puff
And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Horses and Power and War.
fall race age
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
people understanding twelve
There aren't twelve-hundred people in the world who understand pictures. The others pretend and don't care.
faces gains calamity
He who faces no calamity gains no courage.
book thinking world
It'is like a book, I think, this bloomin' world.