From the point of view of literature Mr. Kipling is a genius who drops his aspirates. From the point of view of life, he is a reporter who knows vulgarity better than any one has ever known it.

If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh or they will kill you.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

What is said of man is nothing; the point is, who says it.

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal