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.
However vague they are dreams have a way of concealing themselves and leave us no peace until they are translated into reality like seeds germinating underground sure to sprout in their search for the sunlight.
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
All men dream but not equally those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.
Many have no happier moments than those that they pass in solitude abandoned to their own imagination which sometimes puts sceptres in their hands or miters on their heads shifts the scene of pleasure with endless variety bids all the forms of beauty sparkle before them and gluts them with every change of visionary luxury.
Make no little plans they have no magic to stir men's blood and will not be realized. Make big plans aim high in hope and work remembering that a noble and logical plan never dies but long after we are gone will be a living thing.
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