quote for the week: If by Rudyard KIpling

 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 allowances 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 or talk too wise,

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;

If you can think and not make thoughts your ain,

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 can your life to broken,

And stoop and build them up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe 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

And walk with kings nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but not 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 what is more, you'll be a Man, my son.