Quotes by Rudyard Kipling

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.

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?'

It's clever, but is it Art?

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

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

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

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

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