Rudyard Kipling

We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee⁠—the madness⁠—and run.

“Nice,” said the small ’Stute Fish. “Nice but nubbly.”

For Kim did nothing with an immense success.

“Who’ll stop me?” he answered, deliberately. “Did you pay for my passage, Mister Martin? Guess I’ve as good right here as the next man.”

Shere Khan is all long tail and loud talk, like Mao, the Peacock.

I’ll humph him if you will kindly wait a minute.

Suddenly was he sent. Suddenly has he gone away.

Take a reef in your stummick, young feller. It’s full o’ my vittles.

A man’s cub is a man’s cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.

He buttoned it up with the three buttons, and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed.

Give a woman an old wife’s tale and a weaverbird a leaf and a thread, they will weave wonderful things,

“Not lawful currency; an’ bad for the lungs. Heave ’em overboard, young feller, and try agin.”

Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance

Then they ought to show up in this dark place like ripe bananas in a smokehouse.

This is a great and terrible world. I never knew there were so many men alive in it.

When Dad allows he don’t think the worse of any man, Dad’s give himself away.

What the Bandar-log think now the Jungle will think later

You show up in this dark place like a bar of soap in a coal-scuttle.

For the sick cow a crow; for the sick man a Brahmin.

Dad’s deeper’n the Whale-hole.