"I desire so to conduct the affairs of this administration that if at the end, when I come to lay down the reigns of power, I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left, and that friend shall be down inside me."
Abraham Lincoln
If you can keep your head when all about
you If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can make one heap of all your winnings If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
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 think -
and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters 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
wornout tools;
And risk it 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";
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!
by Rudyard Kipling