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 not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, 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 he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

"In the battle of life, it is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out where the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of the deed could have done better.  The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, who fights valiantly and falls short again and again, because there is no effort without failure; whose face is marred by blood and sweat;  who knows the great vicissitude, the great feelings.  Who, if he succeeds, knows the triumph of high achievement and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greater, so that his place will never be among those cold and timid souls who never knew either victory or defeat."