It is not
the critic who counts,
nor the man who points out how the
strong man stumbled,
or where 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 errs and comes short again and
again;
who knows great enthusiasms, great
devotions; who spends himself in a worthy
cause;
who, at the best, knows in the end
the triumph of high achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be
with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
-
Theodore Roosevelt
This slots in quite well with my other quote (Which I named the blog in reference to)
I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does
failure course in my veins.
I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd.
I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep.
I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.
Let them join the sheep.
The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
- Og Mandino
