It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled; nor where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; who’s face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who does actually try to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, and spends himself for a worthy cause; … who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly … Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank among the timid souls who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.