These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
Rudyard KiplingHe will kill mice and he will be kind to babies...but when the moon gets up and the night comes, he is the Cat that Walks by Himself.
Rudyard KiplingNever praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.
Rudyard KiplingAnd the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."
Rudyard Kipling