The Immutable Courage

If men praise thee, O man, ‘tis well; nor ill,

 If they condemn. Let fortune curst or boon

Enter thy doors or leave them as she will;

Though death expect thee ere yon sinking moon

Vanish or wait till unborn stars give light,

The firm high soul remains immutable

Nor by one step will deviate from the right.

- Sri Aurobindo