He who wins is great; he who fails is also great. He who dies without winning is great too and for him, I shed pitiful tears in his honor; he who has the self-restraint to not indulge in a combat, I respect him, too; and he who abstains from wine, he who leads a life of discipline, him too I respect. But the greatest of all is that man who fails every day and still rises up again every time and continues to fight. He is my kindred blood.



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