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 impostors 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 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.
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think that you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
It's almost certain that you won't.
If you think that you'll lose, you've lost.
For out in the world you'll find,
Success begins with a fellows will,
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
you can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
You've failed many times,
although you may not remember.
You fell down the first
time you tried to walk.
You almost drowned the first time
you tried to swim, didn't you?
Did you hit the ball
the first time you swung a bat?
Heavy hitters, the ones who hit the most home runs,
also strike out a lot.
R.H. Macy failed seven times before his store
in New York caught on.
English novelist John Creasey
got 753 rejection slips before he published 564 books.
Babe Ruth struck out 1,330 times, but
he also hit 714 home runs.
Don't worry about failure.
Worry about the chances you miss
when you don't even try.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.-Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And Both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.