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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, who comes
short again and again, because there is no effort without
error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do
the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows
in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the
worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so
that his place shall never be with those cold and timid
souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Life is short. Drink it in.
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