"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 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"
No regrets if you gave your best
in trainings
and in the game
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 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"
No regrets if you gave your best
in trainings
and in the game
(note fr ed: Who anyhow add this ah?!!!)
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