It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arens, whose face is
marred1 by dust and sweat and blood; who stives valiantly;who
errs2, and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a
worthy3 cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumphs of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails whiledaring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.