Rudyard Kipling, (1865-1936), British Author of Prose, Verse Quotes

I had six honest serving men. They taught me all I knew. Their names were Where, What, When, Why, How, and Who.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.

Call a truce, then, to our labors -- let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste. For if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.

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?

'Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

On the road to Mandalay Where the flyin' fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the bay.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.