 It is not the critic that counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who's actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short time and time again because there's no effort without error and shortcoming, but who does actually strive to do deeds, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,