It is not the critic who counts,

Not the man who

Points out how the strong man

Stumbled,

Of 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,

Who knows the great enthusiasm

The great devotions and

Spends himself in a worthy cause,

Who at best knows in the end

The triumph of high achievement, and

Who at worst, if he fails,

At least

Fails while daring greatly,

So that his place shall never be

With those cold and timid souls

Who know neither victory

Nor defeat.

– Theodore Roosevelt