It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.....I IDENTIFY MYSELF with 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 the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause.....who, at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who, at worst , if he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat..............
"I have failed over and over again in my life that