För alla oss som kämpar för något större än
oss själva, som väljer vägar få tidigare har vandrat, som tror på oss själva
och vårt kall. För oss som ibland möter motstånd i vår omvärld, som, från den
rädda och osäkra människan, får ta hårda ord och slag. För alla oss som
ska fortsätta tro på det vackra vi har i oss.
"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."
Theodore Roosevelt,
Paris, 1910
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