“It is not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer or deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly, who errs; and comes short again and again because there is no effort without err or shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end of triumph of high achievement.
And at worst, if he falls, at least fails while daring diligently and greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat”
Words by President Theodore Roosevelt. Paris 2010.
One thing I surround myself with, and is by Henry David Thoreau, 170 Years ago and I believe it because it has been true in my life, “If one invests his confidence in the direction of his dream and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet success at unexpected hours.”