There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays and every single one of them is right.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too If you can wait and n...
Only the keeper seesthat,where the ring-dove broods
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no pr...
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
It's clever, but is it Art?
What's the trouble? I said, knowing well what that trouble was.I've a notion in my head that would make the most splendid story that was ever written. Do let me write it out here. It's such a notion!T...
Roman Centurion's SongLEGATE, I had the news last night - my cohort ordered home By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome. I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below: Now...
Remember, Bagheera loved thee, he cried, and bounded away. At the foot of the hill he cried again long and loud, Good hunting on a new trail, Master of the Jungle! Remember, Bagheera loved thee.
One of the beauties of Jungle Law is that punishment settles all scores. There is no nagging afterward.
Leave him alone, he's as mad as a hatter!
It seems - and who so astonished as they? - that they had held back material facts; that they were guilty of both suppressio veri and suggestio falsi (well-known gods against whom they often offended)...
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!
One paid for one's knowledge with one's skin.
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
Ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with
When Earth's last picture is painted And the tubes are twisted and dried When the oldest colors have faded And the youngest critic has died We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it Lie down for an a...