Is it the critic who counts? Pointing out where the doer of deeds could have done them better?
Or the one who is in the arena? Face marred by dust, sweat and blood, striving valiantly, coming up short again and again?
Because, truly, to strive to do the deeds with great enthusiasm and great devotion to a worthy cause, there is no effort without error.
From which, at best the triumph of high achievement, at worst, when they fail, they have done so while daring greatly. Their place never with those cold, timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
