Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come in, and now we'll keep house.

Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

Follow the dream, and always the dream, and only the dream.

How can you do anything until you have seen everything,or as much as you can?