It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of good deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, who's face is marred by dust sweat and blood; who knows great enthusiasm, great devotion and the triumph of achievement and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails doing greatly – so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.
Life hangs on a very thin thread and the cancer of time is complacency. If you are going to do something, do it now. Tomorrow is too late.
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Saw this and thought of you - Good luck everyone.
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