It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the door of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
who strives valiantly...
Who knows the great enthusiams, the great devotions,
who spends himself in a worthly cause,
who at the 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 never known neither victory or defeat.


the best mysteries in life reveal the self,
not just the solution to the mystery.