Dick Monologues

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out

how the strong man stumbled, nor where the other

doer or deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,

Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,

Who strikes valiatly; who errs and comes short

Again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms,

The great devotions, and spends himself to a worthy cause,

Who at 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 with those cold and timid souls be

Who knows neither victory

Nor defeat.