It is not the critic that counts, not the man who points out how the man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. the credit belongs to the man who is actully in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives viliantly, who eers and comes up short again and again because the is no effort with out error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worry cause, who at best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, know his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither Victory no Defeat!
