We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day
or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die,
but others nourish and protect them;
nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine
and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope
that their dreams will come true.

- Woodrow Wilson