It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong
man stumbles or where the doer of deeds
could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is
marred by dust and sweat and blood, who
strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again because there
is no effort without error and shortcomings,
who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at
his best knows in the end the high
achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly,
knows his place shall never be with those
timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat.