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 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 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 the worst
if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly;
so that his place shall never be
with those cold and timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat.
~Theodore Roosevelt
By the light of the silvery moon
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*Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How
good to go, light into light, and still Giving light, dying. Sara Teasdale*
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