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 in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood. Who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again . . . who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at worst, if he fails, fails while daring greatly, so that his place will never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. Theodore Roosevelt Sorbonne, Paris, 1910
