The Resilient Mind - The Man In The Arena (10 minutes) - Teddy Roosevelt

Episode Date: July 28, 2022

On April 23, 1910, Theodore Roosevelt gave what would become one of the most widely quoted speeches of his career, the man in the arena. Take action and strengthen your mind with The Resilient Mind Journal. Get your free digital copy today: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Download Now⁠⁠  Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism. There are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect than he who either really holds or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty. Whether an achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement, 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 airs, 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,

if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid. souls who neither no victory nor defeat. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism. There are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. there is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect than he who either really holds or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty. Whether an achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement,

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 was actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly. Who airs? 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, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither no victory nor defeat. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted problem. in cynicism. There are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt.

There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect than he who either really holds or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty. Whether an achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement. 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 was actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly.

Who heirs? 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, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,

so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither no victory nor defeat. The poorest way to face life is to take. to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism. There are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really

holds or feigns to hold, an attitude. of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty. Whether an achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement, 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 was actually in the arena. whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who airs, 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, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls, who neither no victory nor defeat. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism.

There are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect than he who, you know, either really holds or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty. Whether an achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes to second achievement, 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 was 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 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, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither no victory nor defeat.