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Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

In Uncategorized on November 19, 2009 at 4:08 pm

Rudyard Kipling, (Author Poet) , some of his politics would be objectionable to modern sensibilities but some of his sensibilities were timeless.
Just because you disagree with someone even on something major it doesn't mean everything they say is wrong.

My favourite Kipling quotes below:

 
Teach us to delight in simple things,

And mirth that has no bitter

Springs;

Forgiveness free of evil done,

And love to all men’ neath

The sun

 

  • Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
  • We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.
  • Gardens are not made by singing "Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade.
  • I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
 


 

IF

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 too;

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 dream – and not make dreams your master,

If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

 

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!

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