Poet Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling

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Gardens are not made by sitting in the shade.
I kep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
There is no sin greater than ignorance.
The sin they do two by two they must pay for one by one.
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.
Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth Once there was The People, and it made a hell of earth Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, oh, ye slain Once there was The People - it shall never be again
Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.
More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.
All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody - it saves so much trouble.
He wrapped himself in quotations- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
Funny how the new things are the old things.
Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.
Every woman knows all about everything.
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels fastest who travels alone.
All we have of freedom -- all we use or know -- This our fathers bought for us, long and long ago.

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