THE MAN IN THE ARENA
It is not the critic who counts,
not the one who points out how strong the man stumbled
or how the doer of deeds might have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred with sweat and dust 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 if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement;
and who, if 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.