Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.
Mark my trail...
Mad! Quite mad!' said Stalky to the visitors, as one exhibiting strange beasts. 'Beetle reads an ass called Brownin', and M'Turk reads an ass called Ruskin; and-' 'Ruskin isn't an ass,' said M'Turk. '...
And the first rude sketch that the world has seenwas joy to his mighty heart,Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, It's pretty, but is it art?
A Ripple SongOnce a ripple came to landIn the sunset burning-Lapped against a maiden's hand, By the ford returning.Dainty foot and gentle breast-Here, across, be glad and rest.Maiden, wait, the ripple...
The colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.
Nations have passed away and left no traces And history gives the naked cause of it - One single simple reason in all cases They fell because their peoples were not fit.
We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
You must not forget the suspenders, Best Beloved.
We be of one blood, thou and I—
These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?
TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -Wanted to know what the River knew, Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
Nosotros no nos hemos separado por completo, pero aún no ha llegado el momento de que volvamos juntos a la carretera. Ahora está adquiriendo conocimientos en otro lugar. No tenemos más remedio que esp...
It is not a good fancy,' said the llama. 'What profit to kill men?'Very little - as I know; but if evil men were not now and then slain it would not be a good world for weaponless dreamers.
I have seen something of this world, she said over the trays, and there are but two sorts of women in it-- those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and...
Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.
Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.
At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
An' I learned about women from 'er.
Well-meanin' man. Did it all for the best. Stalky curled gracefully round the stair-rail. Head in a drain-pipe. Full confession in the left boot.