War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But 'twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.
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These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
Stichwörter: curiosity greed ape kite crocodile
And the first rude sketch that the world has seen
was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it art?
Asia is not going to be civilised after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
Rudyard KiplingGood Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?
Rudyard KiplingStichwörter: life public-opinion
How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?
Rudyard KiplingStichwörter: life
You must learn to forgive a man when he's in love. He's always a nuisance.
Rudyard KiplingThey are fools who kiss and tell'--
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sorts of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie.
Stichwörter: inspirational
They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, our learning
Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burning
Whither they mirthfully hastened as jostling for honour -
Not since her birth has our Earth seen such worth loosed upon her.
Nor was their agony brief, or once only imposed on them.
The wounded, the war-spent, the sick received no exemption:
Being cured they returned and endured and achieved our redemption,
Hopeless themselves of relief, till Death, marvelling, closed on them.
That flesh we had nursed from the first in all cleanness was given
To corruption unveiled and assailed by the malice of Heaven -
By the heart-shaking jests of Decay where it lolled on the wires -
To be blanched or gay-painted by fumes - to be cindered by fires -
To be senselessly tossed and retossed in stale mutilation
From crater to crater. For this we shall take expiation.
But who shall return us the children?
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