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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where read more
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 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; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in 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 know neither victory nor defeat.
Live neither in the past nor in the future, but let each day's work absorb your entire energies, and satisfy read more
Live neither in the past nor in the future, but let each day's work absorb your entire energies, and satisfy your widest ambition.
Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping.
Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping.
Ambition is the last refuge of failure.
Ambition is the last refuge of failure.
The great refusal.
[It., Il gran rifiuto.]
The great refusal.
[It., Il gran rifiuto.]
A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by read more
A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by one lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we would storm
heaven itself in our folly.
[Lat., read more
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we would storm
heaven itself in our folly.
[Lat., Nil mortalibus arduum est:
Coelum ipsum petimus stultitia.]
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, read more
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!
