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
games play cost
We never pay anyone Dane-geld, No matter how trifling the cost; For the end of that game is oppression and shame, And the nation that plays it is lost!
science self views
For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.
rose bud fit
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows...
freedom fall ifs
What stands if freedom fall?
death alive ginger
'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.
heart eye sea
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
blue hands sea
It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.
son men white-man
Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.
running motto mongoose
The motto of all the mongoose family is, "Run and find out," and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
lovely world care
The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.
fire water return
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
thinking long tree
They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?
eye men hands
These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
lord folly accounts
Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?