It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could
have done them 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 the
best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and
who, at the worst, at least fails while daring greatly.
-- Theodore Roosevelt
WORK
“The
Real Work”
It may be
that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that
when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind
that is not baffled is not employed.
The
impeded stream is the one that sings.
-- Wendell Berry
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