It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles 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 up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.
One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a man.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important.
The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.
A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.
“The Destiny of Man is to unite, not to divide. If you keep on dividing you end up as a collection of monkeys throwing nuts at each other out of separate trees.”
― T.H. White,