twenty-eight years and a million words
Today by happy chance I met a fellow Canadian who's returned from Japan with a Japanese wife.
It happened in what you might think was an odd location; the board room of a brokerage. But then there was a time when plenty of finance industry types were over there, so maybe it shouldn't have come as such as surprise.
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, 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 the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; 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 worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.
—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.