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