“It is not the critic who counts. Not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds...
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth...
Greatness resides in the world all around us in unlikely places–places we despise, resent, regret, and choose to overlook–places we hide away from, places...