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-

[2011: 3 days more]


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