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
money art stars
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
art rude joy
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'
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?
art real classic
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press Through paint and prose and rhyme- When Nature in her nakedness Defeats us every time?
art horse military
No one accuses the gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He serves as least three jealous gods-his horse and all its sadlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.
art clever
It's clever, but is it Art?
dies england freedom stands
What stands if Freedom fall? / Who dies if England live?
found fun pay taken
I've taken my fun where I've found it / An' now I must pay for my fun.
pay sins
The sins ye do by two and two, ye must pay for, one by one
clever fool fools-and-foolishness manage needs silliest woman
The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a clever woman to manage a fool
born jest kinder turn work
Is it true, what you told me jest now, that you never done a hand's turn o' work in all your born life? Must feel kinder awful, don't it?
honour mine
And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!
clear dirty inside tend white wounded
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide / 'E was white, clear white inside / When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire.
beastly college rooms
And your rooms at college was beastly - more like a whore's than a man's.