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.
It is better to lie quiet in the mud than to be disturbed on good bedding.
What is this," said the leopard,"that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?
Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.
At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.
These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody; it saves so much trouble.
And there's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty-three.
Nag, the big black cobra, and he was five feet long from tongue to tail.
Slowly - slowly. It was haste killed the Yellow Snake that ate the sun.
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
Never ask a man his opinion of a woman's dress when he is desperately and abjectly in love with the wearer.
Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.
How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?
I've just read that I'm dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.
Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
And when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death!
One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person. If a man is keen on reading, I think he ought to open his mind to some older man who knows him and his life, and to take his advice in the matter, and above all, to discuss with him the first books that interest him.
As he held he closed his jaws tighter and tighter, for he made sure he would be banged to death, and, for the honor of his family, he preferred to be found with his teeth locked.
Ah!" said the troop horse. "That explains it. I can trust Dick." "You could put a whole regiment of Dicks on my back without making me feel any better.
Chuchundra is a broken-hearted little beast. He whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle of the room. But he never gets there.
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.
What you do when you dont have to determines what you will be when you can no longer help it.
The Law, as quoted, lays down a fair conduct of life, and one not easy to follow.
Hear and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was: O my Best Beloved, when the tame animals were wild.
I've never done any cattle-liftin', but it seems to me-e-e that one might just as well be stalky about a thing as not.
Body and spirit, I surrendered whole, To harsh Instructors- and received a soul.
They talk o' rich folks bein' stuck up and genteel, but for iron-clad pride o' respectability there's nowt like poor chapel folk. Why, 'tis as cold as the wind on Greenhow Hill -- aye, and colder, too, for 'twill never change.
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!'
When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.
TIGER! TIGER! What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair—to die.
He wrapped himself in quotations- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.