Rudyard Kipling

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

One paid for one's knowledge with one's skin.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.

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 or I!).

A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.