He travels the fastest who travels alone. Rudyard Kipling on alone
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. Rudyard Kipling on alone
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?' Rudyard Kipling on art
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. Rudyard Kipling on beauty
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble. Rudyard Kipling on best
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They. Rudyard Kipling on equality
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse. Rudyard Kipling on failure
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade. Rudyard Kipling on gardening
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. Rudyard Kipling on god
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. Rudyard Kipling on history
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours. Rudyard Kipling on nature
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love. Rudyard Kipling on patience
He travels the fastest who travels alone. Rudyard Kipling on travel
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier. Rudyard Kipling on women
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. Rudyard Kipling on women
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. Rudyard Kipling on mothersday
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid - Light of my tents, be fleet - Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet. Rudyard Kipling on heart
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! Rudyard Kipling on mother