“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 comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming, but who does actually strive to do the deeds.
Who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions.
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 knows, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly.
So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
(Theodore Roosevelt at the Sorbonne in Paris, April 23, 1910.)
“Critics are like the eunuchs in a harem. They know how it’s done, they see it done every day. They just can’t do it themselves.”
“By the way, what have you done that’s so great? Do you create anything, or just criticize others work and belittle their motivations?”