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San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
â Rudyard Kipling
writer, poet, novelist, war correspondent, children's writer, autobiographer, screenwriter, journalist, science fiction writer
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San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
I've just read that I'm dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, youâll be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
I have eaten your bread and salt.And the lives ye led were mine.
I have written the tale of our life And ye know what the jest is worth.
A fool there was and he made his prayer(Even as you and I!)
Call a truce, then, to our labours let us feast with friends and neighbours,We are richer by one mocking Christmas past.
The toad beneath the harrow knowsPreaches contentment to that toad.
And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
A scrimmage in a Border StationâShot like a rabbit in a ride!
God of our fathers, known of old,Lest we forgetâlest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;Lest we forgetâlest we forget!
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
If, drunk with sight of power, we looseLest we forgetâlest we forget!
* For heathen heart that puts her trustthy mercy on thy people lord!
It takes a great deal of Christianity to wipe out uncivilized Eastern instincts, such as falling in love at first sight.
The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool!
Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.
Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seemâfor purely religious purposes, of courseâto know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.
Everyone is more or less mad on one point.
He did his best to interest the girl in himselfâthat is to say, his workâand she, after the manner of women, did her best to appear interested in, what behind his back, she called "Mr. Wressley's Wajahs"; for she lisped very prettily. She did not understand one little thing about them, but she acted as if she did. Men have married on that sort of error before now.
She read a little of it. I give her review verbatim:â"Oh, your book? It's all about those how-wid Wajahs. I didn't understand it."
East of Suez, some hold, the direct control of Providence ceases; Man being there handed over to the power of the Gods and Devils of Asia, and the Church of England Providence only exercising an occasional and modified supervision in the case of Englishmen.
All gods have good points, just as have all priests. Personally, I attach much importance to Hanuman, and am kind to his peopleâthe great gray apes of the hills. One never knows when one may want a friend.
'Take your friend away. He has done with Hanuman, but Hanuman has not done with him.'
And oft-times cometh our wise Lord God, master of every trade,And they rise to their feet as He passes by, gentlemen unafraid.
âWhat are the bugles blowin' for?â said Files-on-Parade.âTo turn you out, to turn you outâ, the Colour-Sergeant said.
They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away,An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' âChuck him out, the brute!âBut it's âSaviour of 'is countryâ when the guns begin to shoot.
So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man.
For you all love the screw-guns the screw-guns they all love you!You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves, but you can't get away from the guns!
You may talk o' gin and beerAn' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
So I'll meet 'im later onYou're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at WindsorAn' she pays us poor beggars in red.
When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,Front, front, front like a soldier...
If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white,Wait, wait, wait like a soldier...
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,So-oldier of the Queen!
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,âCome you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!â
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,Where there aren't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thirst.
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,Baa! Yah! Bah!
We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth,God help us, for we knew the worst too young!
For to admire an' for to see,But I can't drop it if I tried!
âThere is none like to me!' says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;But the jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still.
It's clever, but is it Art?
We be of one blood, ye and I.
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!This is the way of the Monkey-kind!
It is the hardest thing in the world to frighten a mongoose, because he is eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity. The motto of all the mongoose family is âRun and find out,â and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,Lie down till the leaders have spokenâit may be fair words shall prevail.
Now these are the Laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they;But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump isâObey!
If you can keep your head when all about youAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dreamâand not make dreams your master;And treat those two imposters just the same
If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Andâwhich is moreâyou'll be a Man, my son!
We have fed our sea for a thousand yearsBut marks our English dead.
They change their skies above them,But not their hearts that roam!
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eedsâThey're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up an' down!
There's a Legion that never was 'listed,Is breaking the road for the rest.
But my Totem saw the shame; from his ridgepole shrine he came,And every single one of them is right!
For âim that doth not work must surely die;âIs life on one same shiftâlife's none so long.
It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world,But what you're after is to turn 'em all.
Back to the Army again, sergeant,Out o' the cold an' the rain.
'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouseâsoldier an' sailor too.
I've taken my fun where I've found it;An' one is a girl at 'ome.
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
When you've shouted "Rule Brittania": when you've sung "God Save the Queen,"For a gentleman in khaki headed South?
When the cabin port-holes are dark and greenYou're âFifty North and Forty West!'
I keep six honest serving-men:And How and Why and Who.
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
She has no strong white arms to fold you,Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.
Cities and Thrones and Powers,The Cities rise again.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
Five and twenty poniesWatch the wall, my darling, while the gentlemen go by!
Of all the trees that grow so fair,Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Take of English earth as muchPrayer for all who lie beneath.
If any question why we died,Tell them, because our fathers lied.
Body and spirit I surrendered wholeFrom all I wasâWhat may the God not do?
This man in his own country prayed we know not to what powers.We pray them to reward him for his bravery in ours.
From little towns in a far land we came,And trust the world we won for you to keep.
If you can keep your head when all about you
I could not dig: I dared not rob:Mine angry and defrauded young?
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?'
But that's another story.
Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was like eating an egg without salt.
In the flush of the hot June prime,(Shoal! 'Ware shoal!) Not I!
Men and women may sometimes, after great effort, achieve a creditable lie; but the house, which is their temple, cannot say anything save the truth of those who have lived in it.
Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you bewareOf giving your heart to a dog to tear.
For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State,But sometimes in a smoking-room, one learns why things were done.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
For all we have and are,The Hun is at the gate!
No easy hope or liesWho dies if England live?
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Never again will I spend another winter in this accursed Bucket shop|bucketshop of a refrigerator called England.
A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.
What is a woman that you forsake her
Four things greater than all things are,âWomen and Horses and Power and War.
Two things greater than all things are,The first is Love, and the second War.
There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,In the heel of the North-East Trade.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him seesFor the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
Father, Mother, and Me,And every one else is They.
Now I possess and am possessed of the land where I would be,And the curve of half Earth's generous breast shall soothe and ravish me!
But remember, please, the Law by which we live,We are everything on earthâexcept The Gods!
Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,We are nothing more than children of your brain!
There rise her timeless capitals of Empires daily born,In tones like rusty razor-blades to tunes like smitten tin.
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,He travels the fastest who travels alone.
At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
For all we take we must pay, but the price is cruel high.
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, âIt's pretty, but is it Art?â
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: âIt's clever, but is it Art?â
Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.
San Francisco is a mad cityâinhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people, whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
Asia is not going to be civilised after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and froâAnd what should they know of England who only England know?
âStand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and highAnd the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.
âGo back to Earth with a lip unsealedâgo back with an open eye,âAnd the God that you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!â
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
If I were damned of body and soul,Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine.
Ever the wide world over, lass,And back at the last to you.
When next he came to me he was drunkâroyally drunk on many poets for the first time revealed to him. His pupils were dilated, his words tumbled over each other, and he wrapped himself in quotationsâas a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of emperors.
We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.Will you never let us go?
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,'E went an' tookâthe same as me!
A Nation spoke to a Nation,Said our Lady of the Snows.
Take up the White Man's burdenâTo serve your captives' need.
It was our fault, and our very great faultâand now we must turn it to use.We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
âTrue. True talk,â said Kim solemnly. âFools speak of a cat when a woman is brought to bed, for instance. I have heard them.â
Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end;Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice.
God gave all men all earth to love,Belovèd over all.
Who hath desired the Sea?âthe sight of salt water unboundedâThe heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?
Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the RangesâSomething lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!
Bootsâbootsâbootsâbootsâmovin' up and down again!There's no discharge in the war!
That's the secret. 'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walk down a street.
I speak now from my home and from my heart to you all; to men and women so cut off by the snows, the desert, or the sea, that only voices out of the air can reach them.
⌠scandals are only increased by hushing them up.
⌠it's always best to tell the truth.
Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.
