Well, If I Am A Man, A

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of 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.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.