Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.

Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave, Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, let us bring; With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our King.

We had a very strong Q3, but we are not running around taking victory laps at this point. The momentum that we built is really paying off.

Then should some cloud pass over The brow of sire or lover, Think 'tis the shade By Victory made Whose wings right o'er us hover!

You can’t win unless you try to win, but you can lose by trying not to lose.

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.