''Their Name Liveth for Evermore''
''Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.''
''From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God— Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.''
''But remember please, the Law by which we live, We are not built to comprehend a lie, We can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.''
''The Colonel's son has taken a horse, and a raw rough dun was he, With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell and the head of a gallows-tree.''
''Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals.''
''We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. Will you never let us go?''
''If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied.''
''A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) 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 and I!)''
''Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.''
''Five and twenty ponies Trotting through the dark— Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!''
''The old lost road through the woods. . . . But there is no road through the woods.''
''Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die:''
''And that is called paying the Dane-geld; But we've proved it again and again, That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld You never get rid of the Dane.''
''Gawd bless this world! Whatever she 'ath done— Excep' when awful long—I've found it good. So write, before I die, ''E liked it all!'''
''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!''
''We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; And if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.''
''And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves "It's pretty, but is it Art?"''
''He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.''
''And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, And the epitaph drear: "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."''
''Now I possess and am possessed of the land where I would be, And the curve of half Earth's generous breast shall sooth and ravish me!''
''He travels the fastest who travels alone.''
''I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!''
''Though I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!''
''Power without responsibility—the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages.''
''For 'im that doth not work must surely die; But that's no reason man should labour all 'Is life on one same shift—life's none so long.''
''The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!''
''What is the moral? Who rides may read.''
''A people always ends by resembling its shadow.''
''For they're hangin' Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The Regiment's in 'ollow square—they're hangin' him to-day; They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his stripes away, An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.''
''And what should they know of England who only England know?''
''A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke; And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a Smoke.''
''When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, And the women come out to cut up what remains, Jest roll to your rifle an' blow out your brains An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.''
''Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgement Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth.''
''Let it be clearly understood that the Russian is a delightful person till he tucks in his shirt. As an Oriental he is charming. It is only when he insists on being treated as the most easterly of western peoples instead of the most westerly of easterns that he becomes a racial anomaly extremely difficult to handle.''
''She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you— Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.''
''On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!''
''What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?''
''Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.''
''Call a truce, then, to our labours—let us feast with friends and neighbours, And be merry as the custom of our caste; For if "faint and forced the laughter," and if sadness follow after, We are richer by one mocking Christmas past.''
''For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.''
''So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air— You big black boundin' beggar—for you broke a British square!''
''It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long,''
''The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.''
'''How far is St. Helena from an Emperor of France?' I cannot see—I cannot tell—the Crowns they dazzle so. The Kings sit down to dinner, and the Queens stand up to dance. (After open weather you may look for snow!)''
''The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease Than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.''
''Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity.''
''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 you; 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 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!''
''For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, They arrive at their conclusions—largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; But sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.''
''San Francisco is a mad city—inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.''
''God gives all men all earth to love, But, since man's heart is small, Ordains for each one spot shall prove Belovèd over all.''
'''Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.''
'''Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.''
'''Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on the foam—she 'as millions at 'ome, An' she pays us poor beggars in red.''
''There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, Whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; And here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin In tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.''
''One may fall but he falls by himself— Falls by himself with himself to blame,''
''But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!''
''An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:''
''An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells: "If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."''
''Take up the White Man's burden— Send forth the best ye breed— Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need.''
''As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.''
''Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!''
''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!''
''By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me; For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"''
''Walk wide o' the Widow at Windsor, For 'alf o' Creation she owns: We 'ave bought 'er the same with the sword an' the flame, An' we've salted it down with our bones.''
''I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify It—is—not—fire—devils, dark or anything, But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war!''
''Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst.''
