Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard
Kipling
1865
1936

English Novelist, Poet, Short-Story Writer, Artist, Teacher of Architectural Sculpture, Awarded Nobel Prize in Literature

Author Quotes

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, And neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken, It may be fair words shall prevail

You may have noticed that many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem

When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're ‘Fifty North and Forty West!'

You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it…So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone— Where it's always double drill and no canteen. 'E'll be squattin' on the coals Givin' drink to poor damned souls,

When the Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried.

You may write it on his tombstone, You may cut it on his card, That a young man married is a young man marred

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; 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?"

You must learn to forgive a man when he's in love. He's always a nuisance.

When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail,For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. 

You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul? 

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

Your new-caught, sullen peoples / Half devil and half child.

When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.

You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

What are the bugles blowin' for? said Files-on-Parade. To turn you out, to turn you out, 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'.

When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long, that she could not part with it.

What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare, Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.

When you've shouted `Rule Britannia', when you've sung `God save the Queen', / When you've finished killing Kruger with your mouth.

What should they know of England, who only England know?

Who are neither children nor gods, but men in a world of men!

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

Who hath desired the Sea?—the sight of salt water unbounded—The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind-hounded?

What you do when you don't have to, determines what you will do when you can no longer help it.

Whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn;

Author Picture
First Name
Rudyard
Last Name
Kipling
Birth Date
1865
Death Date
1936
Bio

English Novelist, Poet, Short-Story Writer, Artist, Teacher of Architectural Sculpture, Awarded Nobel Prize in Literature