Teddy Roosevelt, at the Sorbonne, Paris, 1910
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds
could have done 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 enthusiasms, the great devotions, and
spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows
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 know neither victory nor defeat.
