A is the peculiarly malignant ghost of a woman who has died in child-bed. She haunts lonely roads, her feet are turned backwards on the ankles, and she leads men to torment.
I keep six honest serving-men they taught me all I know their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who
If I want a crown I must go and hunt it for myself.
This leads me to the Higher Editing. Take of well-ground Indian Ink as much as suffices and a camel-hair brush proportionate to the inter-spaces of your lines. In an auspicious hour, read your final d...
There is no gift like friendship. Remember this - when you become a young man. For your fate will turn on the first true friend you make.
The motto of all the mongoose family is, Run and find out, and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
The Power of the Dogby Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brot...
No need to listen for the fall. This is the world's end.
No doubt but ye are the People - absolute, strong and wise;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can...
I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains -I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane;I will go out to my own ki...
I consider in my own mind whether thou art a spirit, sometimes, or sometimes an evil imp, said the lama, smiling slowly.
Fit to do anything, said the Second-in-Command enthusiastically. But it seems to me they’re a thought too young and tender for the work in hand. It’s bitter cold up at the Front now. They’re sound eno...
Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers.
And if somehow my conduct ain't all your fancy paints, why single men in barracks don't grow into plaster saints.. From 'Tommy
And only the Master shall praise us and only the Master shall blame And no one shall work for money and no one shall work for fame But each for the joy of the working and each in his separate st...
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.
But why should I waste wisdom on a river-turtle?
What is a woman that you forsake her
Those who beg in silence starve in silence,