If you keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you trust yourself when all doubt you, but make allowances for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or be lied about and not dealing with lies, or be 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 aim. If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposterous just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken, twisted by naves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to broken, and stoop and build them 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 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, not 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 in it. And which is more, it will be a leader.