What would you do even if you knew that you might very well fail?

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, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort wi

As the ancient Chinese philosopher Confucius said, “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”