Rudyard Kipling

...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

Daughter am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own.

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hotheaded, intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in her blindest devotion does not fall into the gait of the man she adores, tilt her bonnet to the angle at which he wears his hat, or interlard her speech with his pet oaths.

If England was what England seems, _x000D_ An not the England of our dreams, _x000D_ But only putty, brass, an' paint, _x000D_ 'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er! But she ain't!

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.

Most amusements only mean trying to win another person's money.

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,_x000D_ _x000D_ Greater are none beneath the Sun _x000D_ _x000D_ Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.

What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!