Let them fall Mowgli, they are only tears.
Gardens are not made by sitting in the shade.
Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order – never, at least, without long, and sometimes tearful, explanations of the advantages of obedience and the reasons for the request. Mrs. Cheyne lived in fear of breaking his spirit, which, perhaps, was the reason that she herself walked on the edge of nervous prostration.
To hear is one thing, to know is another.
Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him.
There is no gift like friendship. Remember this – when you become a young man. For your fate will turn on the first true friend you make.
Leave him alone, he’s as mad as a hatter!
Witta feared nothing – except to be poor.
How can a man follow the Way or the Great Game when he is eternally pestered by women? There was that girl at the Akrola by the Ford; and there was the scullion’s wife behind the dovecote – not counting the others – and now comes this one! When I was a child it was well enough, but now I am a man and they will not regard me as a man. Walnuts indeed! Ho! Ho! It is almonds in the Plains!
Ay, roar well,” said Bagheera, under his whiskers, “for the time will come when this naked thing will make thee roar to another tune, or I know nothing of man.
Barbarians are all alike... sit up half the night to discuss anything a Roman says.
The wheel of the world swings through the same phases again and again.
Hearts are like horses. They come and they go against bit or spur.
It is better to lie quiet in the mud than to be disturbed on good bedding.
God He knows we need men more and more in the Game.
Brother to a Prince and fellow to a beggar if he be found worthy.
I wish to eat,” said Mowgli. “I am a stranger in this part of the jungle. Bring me food, or give me leave to hunt here.
And the Eldest Magician said, ‘How wise are little children who see and are silent!
Remember, Bagheera loved thee,” he cried, and bounded away. At the foot of the hill he cried again long and loud, “Good hunting on a new trail, Master of the Jungle! Remember, Bagheera loved thee.
What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?