A black shadow dropped into the circle. It was Buffer the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Buffer, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Abacus, 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.

— Rudyard Kipling

A DEAD STATESMAN could not dig: I dared not rob:Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew. What tale shall serve me here among Mine angry and defrauded young?from EPITAPHS OF THE WAR 1914-18

— Rudyard Kipling

A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.

— Rudyard Kipling

A fool there was, and he made his prayer (Even as you and me!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair - (Even as you or me!)

— Rudyard Kipling

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They:But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of Them!

— Rudyard Kipling

All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny, top-scum stuff that people call 'civilization.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

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

— Rudyard Kipling

All the people like us are We And everyone else is They.

— Rudyard Kipling

And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat" (23).

— Rudyard Kipling

And only the Master shall praise us and only the Master shall blame And no one shall work for money and no one shall work for fame But each for the joy of the working and each in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of things as They Are!

— Rudyard Kipling