It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or when 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 at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails whilst daring greatly - so that his place may never be with those cold and timid souls who no neither victory nor defeat... For those who have had to fight for it, life has truly a flavour that the protected shall never know. FDR
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 21:27:34 +0000