Rudyard Kipling

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Rudyard Kipling
Born: 30 December, 1865 - Bombay, India
Died: 18 January, 1936 - London England



poet
short story writer
journalist
war correspondent - Boer War, South Africa
Nobel Prize winner - 1907



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!
- If (1896)


If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.
-  Epitaphs of War - Common Form (1914-18)


God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
- Recessional (1897)
- Originally published in the Times of London for Queen Victoria's diamond jubilee


I keep six honest serving-men: 
(They taught me all I knew) 
Their names are What and Where and When 
And How and Why and Who.
- Just So Stories - The Elephant's Child (1902)

Kiran Desai...

Kiran Desai
(daughter of writer Anita Desai)
Born: September 3rd 1971 - New Delhi, India


novelist


You can catch more flies with honey than with sour milk.
- Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard

But Sampath sat in the guava tree, encased in absolute stillness like a forest captured within a quiet moment of amber. 
- Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard

Yes, he was in the right place at last. Tiredness rolled over him like a wave, and closing his eyes, he fell into a deep slumber, lodged in a fork in the guava tree.
- Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard

All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.
- The Inheritance of Loss 

Why couldn't she be part of that family? rent a room in someone else's life.
- The Inheritance of Loss 

Never again could she think there was but one narrative and that this narrative belonged only to herself, that she might create her own tiny happiness and live safely within it. 
- The Inheritance of Loss