Mona’s Posterous

In tough times, I lean on a 1912 Theodore Roosevelt speech that I keep on a laminated card in my wallet. It reads, "It is not the critic who counts. ... 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, who ... 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."

It's a flippin' slideshow which I HATE but the content is good so I don't care.