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“I see that ye are dogs. I go from you to my own people- if they be my own people.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book: The Mowgli Stories

“LETTING IN THE JUNGLE Veil them, cover them, wall them round��
Blossom, and creeper, and weed��
Let us forget the sight and the sound,
The smell and the touch of the breed!
Fat black ash by the altar-stone,
Here is the white-foot rain,
And the does bring forth in the fields unsown,
And none shall affright them again;
And the blind walls crumble, unknown, o'erthrown
And none shall inhabit again!
You will remember that after Mowgli had pinned Shere Khan's hide to the Council Rock, he told as many as were left of the Seeonee Pack that henceforward he would hunt in the Jungle alone; and the four children of Mother and Father Wolf said that they would hunt with him. But it is not easy to change one's life all in a minute—particularly in the Jungle. The first thing Mowgli did, when the disorderly Pack had slunk off, was to go to the home-cave, and sleep for a day and a night.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Second Jungle Book

“I am to pray to Bibi Miriam, and I am a Sahib’—he looked at his boots ruefully. ‘No; I am Kim. This is the great world, and I am only Kim. Who is Kim?�� He considered his own identity, a thing he had never done before, till his head swam. He was one insignificant person in all this roaring whirl of India, going southward to he knew not what fate.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Kim

“I know just enough to be uncomfortable, and not enough to go on in spite of it.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“HOW FEAR CAME The stream is shrunk—the pool is dry,
And we be comrades, thou and I;
With fevered jowl and dusty flank
Each jostling each along the bank;
And by one drouthy fear made still,
Forgoing thought of quest or kill.
Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see,
The lean Pack-wolf as cowed as he,
And the tall buck, unflinching, note
The fangs that tore his father's throat.
The pools are shrunk—the streams are dry,
And we be playmates, thou and I,
Till yonder cloud—Good Hunting!—loose
The rain that breaks our Water Truce.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Second Jungle Book

“One view called me to another; one hill top to its fellow, half across the country, and since I could answer at no more trouble than the snapping forward of a lever, I let the country flow under my wheels.”
― Rudyard Kipling, They

“H’sh. It is neither bullock nor buck he hunts to-night,�� said Mother Wolf; “it is Man.�� The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to roll from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders wood-cutters, and gipsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Nuž, pamatuj, zde platí zákony džungle a pražádné jiné. Živ bude, kdo ctí je, kdo nezachovává je, ten bídně zhyne. Jak liána pevně lpí na stromě, odtrhnout nedá se ani �� Tak chrání vlk smečku a v odměnu za to zas smečka ho chrání.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Books

“One of these days, Strickland is going to write a little book on his experiences. That book will be worth buying; and even more, worth suppressing.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Plain Tales from the Hills

“The Man Pack are angry. They throw stones and talk child’s talk. My mouth is bleeding. Let me run away.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Hemos venido a verle para saber de este país, para leer un libro sobre él y para que nos enseñe mapas. Queremos que nos diga que estamos locos y que nos enseñe libros".”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Man Who Would Be King - Rudyard Kipling [Dover Thrift Editions]

“By the Bull that bought me I made a promise—a little promise. Only thy coat is lacking before I keep my word.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back-- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Works of Rudyard Kipling - One Volume Edition

“A man’s cub is a man’s cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.�� “But think how small he is,�� said the Black Panther, who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. “How can his little head carry all thy long talk?�� “Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets.�� “Softly! What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet?�� Bagheera grunted. “His face is all bruised to-day by thy—softness. Ugh!�� “Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance,�� Baloo answered very earnestly.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Those who kill snakes get killed by snakes, said Chuchundra, more sorrowfully than ever.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Rikki-tikki’s mother (she used to live in the general’s house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

“Returning, it was noticeable, as his friend the Seeker pointed out to the head-priest, that he ceased for a while to mourn the loss of his River, or to draw wondrous pictures of the Wheel of Life, but preferred to talk of the beauty and wisdom of a certain mysterious chela whom no man of the temple had ever seen.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Kim

“He is not Ikki to dig holes, nor Mao, the Peacock, that he should fly. He is not Mang the Bat, to hang in the branches. Little bamboos that creak together, tell me where he ran?”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Vlci jsou svobodný lid,�� řekl táta Vlk. „Dávají si poroučet jenom od náčelníka smečky, ne od nějakého pruhovaného zabíječe dobytka. Člověčí mládě je naše �� zabijeme je sami, až se nám zlíbí.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Books

“They are very many, evil, dirty, shameless, and they desire, if they have any fixed desire, to be noticed by the Jungle People.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“If you want something and don' get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn't want it, or you tried to bargain over the price”
― Rudyard Kipling

“Each dog barks in his own yard! We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs. The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“HUNTING-SONG OF THE SEEONEE PACK As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled Once, twice, and again! And a doe leaped up—and a doe leaped up From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup. This I, scouting alone, beheld, Once, twice, and again! As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled Once, twice, and again! And a wolf stole back—and a wolf stole back To carry the word to the waiting Pack; And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track Once, twice, and again! As the dawn was breaking the Wolf pack yelled Once, twice, and again! Feet in the jungle that leave no mark! Eyes that can see in the dark—the dark! Tongue—give tongue to it! Hark! O Hark! Once, twice, and again!”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“When a man does good work out of all proportion to his pay, in seven cases out of nine there is a woman at the back of the virtue. The two exceptions must have suffered from sunstroke.

All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny top-scum stuff that people call "civilization".”
― Rudyard Kipling, Plain Tales from the Hills

“The hot wine had filled him.
Under the stars he mocked me—therefore I killed him!”
― Rudyard Kipling, Songs from Books

“Remember, Mother, it is always the seventh wave that goes farthest up the beach.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book

“Se aprende más de un erudito apasionado que de un montón de ganapanes de ardua brillantez.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Rudyard Kipling: Something of Myself

“Here was a new craft that a man could tuck away in his head and by the look of the large wide world unfolding itself before him, it seemed that the more a man knew the better for him.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Kim

“(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
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!��

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds�� worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”
― Rudyard Kipling, All the Mowgli Stories

“It is not any common earth,
Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye
That you and I will fare.”
― Rudyard Kipling