My heart is heavy with the things I do not understand. — Rudyard Kipling

My heart is so tired — Rudyard Kipling

He who can reach a child’s heart can reach the worlds heart. — Rudyard Kipling

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice–An humble and a contrite heart. — Rudyard Kipling

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race… and the hearts of the meanest were humbled. — Rudyard Kipling

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling. — Rudyard Kipling

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You’ll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart. — Rudyard Kipling

The masterless man . . . afflicted with the magic of the necessary words. . . . Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers. — Rudyard Kipling

The heart of a man to the heart of a maid–Light of my tents, be fleet–Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet. — Rudyard Kipling

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?’ — Rudyard Kipling

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. — Rudyard Kipling

The wild hawk to the wind–swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old. — Rudyard Kipling

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ — Rudyard Kipling

It was the forty–fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. — Rudyard Kipling

Every woman knows all about Everything. — Rudyard Kipling

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke. — Rudyard Kipling

San Francisco is a mad city–inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty. — Rudyard Kipling

Satan himself can’t save a woman who wears thirty–shilling corsets under a thirty–guinea costume. — Rudyard Kipling

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool. — Rudyard Kipling

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. — Rudyard Kipling

Four things greater than all things are Women and horses and power and War. — Rudyard Kipling

When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’ — Rudyard Kipling

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping. — Rudyard Kipling

What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth–fire and the home–acre, To go with the old grey Widow–maker? — Rudyard Kipling

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah–mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Horses and Power and War. — Rudyard Kipling

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. — Rudyard Kipling

Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife. — Rudyard Kipling

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. — Rudyard Kipling

And what should they know of England who only England know? — Rudyard Kipling

If England was what England seems, An not the England of our dreams, But only putty, brass, an’ paint, ‘Ow quick we’d chuck ‘er! But she ain’t! — Rudyard Kipling

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England. — Rudyard Kipling

What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live? — Rudyard Kipling

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn. — Rudyard Kipling

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. — Rudyard Kipling

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy. — Rudyard Kipling

Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers. — Rudyard Kipling

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o’ mine o mother o’ mine. — Rudyard Kipling

All we have of freedom––All we use or know––this our fathers bought for us, long and long ago. — Rudyard Kipling

She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life. — Rudyard Kipling

The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else. — Rudyard Kipling

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn’t explain away afterwards. — Rudyard Kipling

Politics are not my concern…. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies. — Rudyard Kipling

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures. — Rudyard Kipling

In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper. — Rudyard Kipling

There is but one task for all––One life for each to give. What stands if Freedom fall?’ [For All We Have and Are] — Rudyard Kipling

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood — Rudyard Kipling

E’s all’ot sand an’ ginger when alive, An”e’s generally shammin’ when’e’s dead. — Rudyard Kipling

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. — Rudyard Kipling

Meddling with another man’s folly is always thankless work. — Rudyard Kipling

Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work. — Rudyard Kipling

Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew. — Rudyard Kipling

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen. — Rudyard Kipling

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink. — Rudyard Kipling

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 star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are! — Rudyard Kipling

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing. — Rudyard Kipling