Rudyard Kipling

Believe the best of everybody.

Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.

Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep... For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' Chuck him out, the brute! But it's Saviour of his country, when the guns begins to shoot!

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

San Francisco has only one drawback—‘tis hard to leave.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave Them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us, and delivered us, bound, to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

The American does not drink at meals as a sensible man should. Indeed, he has no meals. He stuffs for ten minutes thrice a day.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.

Not getting what you want either means you don't want it enough, or you have been dealing too long with the price you have to pay.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Call a truce, then, to our labors - let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if ''faint and forced the laughter,'' and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky_x000D_ _x000D_ The deer to the wholesome wold;_x000D_ _x000D_ And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,_x000D_ _x000D_ As it was in the days of old.