Teddy Roosevelt: It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the drinker from the shot-ski could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually at Russtoberfest, whose face is marred by bratwurst and kraut and potato salad, who strives valiantly to consume another pretzel, who errs and comes up short again and again leaving Jägermeister on his lederhosen, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, the great strudel, who spends himself at a worthy party; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement at Russtoberfest, and who, at the worst, 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, nor music that is new to them.”