Meddling with another man’s folly is always thankless work.
As Mang flies between the beasts and birds, so fly I between the village and the jungle. Why?
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.
I dance on the hide of Shere Khan, but my heart is very heavy. My mouth is cut and wounded with the stones from the village, but my heart is very light, because I have come back to the jungle. Why?
I am two Mowglis, but the hide of Shere Khan is under my feet.
All the jungle knows that I have killed Shere Khan. Look – look well, O Wolves!
We of the jungle have no dealings with them. We do not drink where the monkeys drink; we do not go where the monkeys go;.
But no sooner had he walked to the city wall than the monkeys pulled him back, telling him that he did not know how happy he was, and pinching him to make him grateful.
Every old ruin in India becomes sooner or later a dwelling place of snakes, and the old summer-house was alive with cobras.
His name was Charlie Mears; he was the only son of his mother who was a widow, and.
Go, and peace go with thee. Only, another time do not meddle with my game.
Remember, Mother, it is always the seventh wave that goes farthest up the beach.
So this is the manling,” said Kaa. “Very soft is his skin, and he is not unlike the Bandar-log. Have a care, Manling, that I do not mistake thee for a monkey some twilight when I have newly changed my coat.
This talk went in at one ear and out at the other, for a boy who spends his life eating and sleeping does not worry about anything till it actually stares him in the face. But, one year, Baloo’s words came true, and Mowgli saw all the Jungle working under the Law.
Madden, from the pantry, rose to the crisis like a butler and a man.
Those who kill snakes get killed by snakes, said Chuchundra, more sorrowfully than ever.
To abstain from action is well – except to acquire merit.’ ‘At the Gates of Learning we were taught that to abstain from action was unbefitting a Sahib.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is – Obey!
You’ll be beaten for this in the morning; but I may as well give you something on account now.
Two words breathed into the stables of a certain Cavalry Regiment will bring the men out into the streets with belts and mops and bad language; but a whisper of “Fore and Aft” will bring out this regiment with rifles.
You mustn’t swim till you’re six weeks old, Or your head will be sunk by your heels; And summer gales and Killer Whales Are bad for baby seals. Are bad for baby seals, dear rat, As bad as bad can be; But splash and grow strong, And you can’t be wrong. Child of the Open Sea!