If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;!
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.
Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry...
OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, W...
A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everyb...
Threatened men live long.
All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had collect...
A woman is only a woman but a good cigar is a smoke.
Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul.
The toad beneath the harrow knowsWhere every separate tooth-point goes ;The butterfly upon the roadPreaches contentment to that toad.
There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this.
Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges -- Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!
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.
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
He drew from under the table a sheet of strangely scented yellow-Chinese paper, the brushes, and slab of India ink. In cleanest, severest outline he had traced the Great Wheel with its six spokes, who...