I referred to the poem If in the books Voyage of Life, and Guts of Life.

IF

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 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, not talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

   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 our life to broken,

   And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out-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

   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!

                                                Rudyard Kipling