Quotes by Rudyard Kipling

Gardens are not made by singing "Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

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?"

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!'

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours.

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.