between success and failure,
between the strong and the weak,
between the big and the small man,
that separates the boys from the men,
is nothing but
a purpose once fixed and then death or victory.
no perfect speech or manners,
no cultures or education,
no pull or influence,
can make a two-legged creature a man without it.
May I be no man’s enemy, and may I be the friend of that which is eternal and abides.
May I never quarrel with those nearest to me; and if I do, may I be reconciled quickly.
May I love, seek, and attain only what is good.
May I wish for all men’s happiness and envy no one.
May I never rejoice in the ill fortune of someone who has wronged me.
May I win no victory that harms either me or my opponent.